Just like Rafaela at the window...here is my poem

Windows

There are many windows to my soul

some that are clear

full of beauty, hope, and love

others that are of smoked glass

with tethers and bars

If I were a butterfly, I would be free

nothing would hold me

I could do what I wished

go where I wanted

although life would be short

I would be happy

Instead I am encased in a body

that cannot escape these confines

I thought I did

but I am still a prisoner

of his manipulations

he is evil

a mastermind

a puppeteer

I seek counseling

so that I can remain solid

so I can soon face the biggest battle

of my life

they say to stand up and face your fears

so I am

I see the hurt he is causing

no longer towards me

just at my child

nothing but lies

manipulations

unfair tactics

he calls me names,

ones that I can't repeat

he spreads rumors

I am constantly in court

what is a window?

sometimes it is a pain

because through this pane

I can only see the beauty on the other side

and I long to breathe

my window is latticed

it is fettered

it is barred

my life should be free

so please God set me free