My Dreams Never Die

They broke my windows to mirror their thoughts.

'My' windows that reflect nothing but 'me'.

They wanted to edit my shadows,

My shadows of colours that painted my walls.

They said, "shadows are dark, not meant to be dyed."

And started to reflect 'their' dark shadows on 'my' windows.

The reflections on my windows grew darker and darker

Until they reduced to nothing but shadows of 'their' dreams.

My windows were blinded and their colours washed off.

They grew weaker and weaker until one day,

They broke into pieces smashing 'my dreams'.

But life never ends with a dream's theft,

Life never ends with a love's loss.

It crawls taking time to stand on its feet,

It grows taking time to fly on its wings.

I built more windows and dyed more shadows.

The panes mirrored me and my hues were found.

Old paintings were discovered and new shades, added.

Life rained again and my shadows returned to me.