Outside my window,

I see

details in the sky

that tell stories of

unspoken sadness,

childhood pain,

the hand of abuse,

injustice and shame.

Outside my window,

I watch

the sun gather

every single tear.

Storing each one

in the clouds above

until they burst with grief

on the earth below.

 

Outside my window,

I hear

the cries

of ten thousand people.

Voices once silenced.

Their stories

raining in my front yard

outside my window.