Of the many open doors to freedom,
her gaze transfixed as the darkness unfurls,
where a closed window,her only solace
her only link to the outside World.
As the brightness wavers passing the baton
from the Greater to the Lesser light,
her morning passes the crutches
to the painted black silent night.
Every sentiment and prized emotion
she witnesses through the glass,
shading the red eyes of horror,
distorting the images,for only the filtered pass.
A loud laugh and smiling face
voluminous when they reach her eyes,
her window sifts through the bad and worse
comforting her in a room of lies.
Oft she wonders what beyond?
Is it all her nightmares say?
Shivered to contemplate what lies
across the pane in those worldly ways.
Until a night brings a storm
and shatters and cracks her shield
morning sees her beside the window
peeking out,afraid of what her querying yields.
She sees the most beautiful face
and wanders out in search
amazed for equal beauties lie
across the road and atop every birch.
Unknown to her,the sight that inspires
her to chance this earthly place
was none other than the slanted window
catching the reflection of her beautiful face.
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