A Window No Doors

We will sink soon The victims of the same ocean Carried by this river to the moon

Between the two doors, one that leads you in and the other  moves you out, stands this man, shouting at this little girl, the voice like an autocrat, and the words come out as easily without a second thought. The anger of some previous tension, all out on this poor soul whose smile has turned into a frown, and the colors of the day get dark. Inside that heart that was away from stress, now someone's anger rests into hers. Hatred that was on the back burner until now, is coming to a boiling point, she wants to argue, want to say that anger does not solve problems, things can be taught without that. No more can she stand this authoritative dominance. She stands there looking into his red eyes and opens her mouth finally, word after word keep coming out and she goes on without listening, without anybody understanding, bangs the door and goes out. She had said it all, the frustration of being the youngest and the forbearance of domination. Never had the courage come ...

Masters of Anything that stands on this soil Genie, no, we just need our wands Ink spells, quills and parchment Clear, our fate is to us, we make it.