Bittersweet Window Seat



Feeling a pain never felt before.
Nurse asks, “on a scale of of one to ten”, & the reply is “forty-four”.
Abandoned & confused as all road signs are gone.
Anguish shatters into millions of pieces at the break of dawn.
Isolated confinement bakes moments that are bittersweet.
Kidnapped hurtful memories are erased with a book at the window seat.

Days are extended along with chains burdening one down.
Mountain peaks stand firm on the majestic landscape with clouds as a crown.
Changing perspectives can be a blessing in disguise.
Hidden gifts often appear when sweet & sour harmonize.
Isolated confinement bakes moments that are bittersweet.
Kidnapped hurtful memories are erased to remain obsolete.