Poetry challenge
Day 6
Windows
Words are windows.
String them together
& they just might make a picture.
One that describes
What’s really inside.
Poetry makes sense to me.
It writes between the lines,
Discovering those inner parts
So often hard to find.
Lyrics bring out sympathies
I may have left behind.
Forming ideas through little notes
Beautifully intertwined.
Maybe words are windows
Of the extraordinary kind.
-Ones that open up to see
What’s really on my mind.
So carefully these windows piece
My worldview all together.
Describing life from my own eyes
Uncovering what’s been fettered.
These window panes are written
With words that make it clearer.
That when I look through hard enough
I discover it’s a mirror.
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