The Window

Posted on 2003-05-11

I feel the warmth from the light
On the other side of the tinted window.
I long to lift the heavy window,
Allowing myself to be seen
By the harsh world outside,
Without the protection
Of the coloured glass.
I long to show the world my pain,
Though I am afraid it
Will have no sympathy.
At last I gain the courage
To open the window, releasing my mind
From its self-made prison,
And I am burned by the sun.

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