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My tower
65 feet
124 steps of elevation
Seeing the world as most never can
A view of the horizon as a whole
Stepping back and
Seeing things on a grander scale

Yet as I sit
In cold isolation
I can't help but focus on the tiny details
That are dominating my heart

Reflecting on memory's
That blur my vision

Yet even those memory's
are more dream than true
More hope than reality

Turning the dial
Might increase the heat
But it could never
Warm my heart

Staring at the red tail lights
Of fathers driving home for dinner
And mothers eagerly racing to family

My Reflection
is merely a loss that's felt
Rather than a grand image of happiness

And yet even within that loss
I realize it can't be
Because something has to be owned
for it to have been lost

Sometimes I feel so unwelcomed
Even in my own skin

I don't cry or mope
I move on
Because the alternative is so much worse

Placing the feelings here
Is just a snapshot of my heart at the moment
Not a reflection of wholeness

My words are my way
Of expression

readable tears
So that I may dry them
And move on

You can't dry
What u hold inside

Especially when holding on
Drips them to your soul

My vest doesn't protect me
From bullets fired
From the inside out