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
It is more comforting this way.
But then I find
I can see the room
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
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.