Blindness...

She stood by the glass window,
proud to see rain she caused,
laughed at the audacity
of making such a wish,
at the life of a woman paused

She needed to feel rain,
she felt warmth in its cold grasp,
unlike the thrusts of pain,
of life and a helpless past

Yet she never touched the outpouring today,
just knowing it is around her,
she felt what she sought had found her,
by the window,watching the drips,
she could not help but wet her lips,
tasting her fears,
wasting her tears...

How many times will a fool mistake
tears for fulfilled wishes of a shower?
How many times will her mind partake
in games of pity at her weakest hour?

Reflections caught in glass windows
can distort facts and unseen acts maybe,
but to ignore the reality beyond the window?
Its blindness to choose what we see