Unraveling Windows 86

By Judelyn P. Alones

Deep in my soul, a tale unfolds, Where worth’s defined by number, I’m told. “86”, they say, is all I’m worth, Yet my grueling sacrifice remains unearthed.

Abandoned liberty, kinship, year after year, Drenched, struggled, stood tall, crystal clear. Yet unseen, the depth of pain I bear, A narrow lens so unjustly prized, my dear.

In weariness, I tread the path alone. Sculpting, molding, a dream to own. In twilight moments as the story nears its close, They peeked but only when I erred, I suppose.

Eyes roamed, seeking the missing, I sensed, Succeeded, filling the pages, a tale transcends.

Our story had reached its destined edge, Leaving me behind, longing for different end.

It’s unfair, it’s unjust, I howl to protest, To be judged briefly, in a sporadic quest.

They draw conclusions from a fleeting moon’s glow, Declaring me an apprentice, yet to fully grow.

With blind eyes, they inked my worth, On a filthy stained paper, undeserved, henceforth. Attempted to shield myself, my true essence. Yet they trusted not, their judgment dense.

They gazed upon my exhausted mind seeking respite, Failed to grasp the depths of our fight. In this revered profession, where some thrive, Others languish in abyss, trying to survive.

In an instant clarity had graced. Enlightened truth I had once relinquished. Unaware of cherished moments I’ve cast, Family’s love once discarded, now profound.

Judge not my worth by the digits on display, A silent witness, pleading for my release, I pray. Humbled and poised, revived in the light, Alive, thriving with limitless drives, shining bright.

I leave this once cherished dwelling behind, Where my heart never truly did find. Reflecting on choices I once did make, Embracing daylight and chances I’ll now take.

In this realm consumed by power and fame, No longer shall I stumble under misguided game.

For I have embraced radiance destined to glow, A few to witness, its brilliance will show.

86 moons have waned since that fateful day, Rising above their lingering shadow’s sway. Gratitude blooms within for the wisdom You bestowed, Unburdened, new window I’ll now behold.

With sheer delight, farewell, I bid, Opening vistas where secrets are hid. No longer bound by digits, instead, No longer confined to windows 86.