Through the shattered window pane
The light bends before it ever reaches my eye
Making the city look cracked and distorted
The skyline jagged and hostile.
I have often found it better
To focus on the scenes within this room
To turn on all the lights
And drown out the surreal scenery
Outside;
It is more comforting this way.
But then I find
I can see the room
And myself
Reflected back in broken mimicry
Though this is admittedly easier to ignore.
I have wondered at times
If the world outside would still appear whole
And shine in all the glory
Contained in my memories
With the glass removed.
At times I peek
From corners
Or fragments still in tact
Though the view is fleeting
And provides little assurance.
Perhaps it is time
For a new perspective.
I have been in this room for far too long;
If only I knew
How to leave.
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
We have such a similar writing style! I love this one, this anxiety about trying to leave, and this imagery of the mirrors. Where everything seems like a way out, until you’re up close and realize otherwise. Great work!
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Thank you Elle! I also noticed many similarities in our writing styles. I really enjoyed reading your work. I am looking forward to continuing to follow your future posts as well.
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A real struggle is not that?
Breaking the shackle and that shell is most difficult but not impossible. Change is needed.
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Exactly… It is so hard to change, but oddly, only because we believe it so. Generally, the change itself is not so difficult as is the internal struggle to follow through. In this case, the solution is/was to leave the room…
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True. That how it is meant to be. 😊😊
Loved your writings and profound thoughts. 👍
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