Window Seat
I sit at a table all alone
But it was meant to seat
Four-
Looking at the soiled glass.
I am merely a
Spectator taking mark
Of busy feet as they
Exercise past my
Aching eyes every
Breezy afternoon
Lacking any semblance of fulfillment.
Ragged green hat
Holds backs my lengthy hair-
Whose color reminds me
Of partially dried soil
That rests below the birch tree at home-
Back from falling and blocking my eyes.
Just not long enough to store behind my ears
It is a constant reminder of how easily we
Can let ourselves be blinded just because
It is not convenient.
Blinded, cloaked
From seeing a world that’s
Relentless progression violates me.
Chasing me into corners
Where my deepest
Fears make their home and
My glimmering hopes
Are visible but
Not in reach.
I move forward so not to be
Caught and dragged back into
The past that I worked so hard to put
Behind me,
Not out of curiosity
For what looms in the heart beats ahead.
Looms like the
Creamy-skinned
Specter that visits me just
As I feel like
My new found confidence
Can be put to use.
She is a bookmark,
Flagging the pages
On which I swerved off the beaten path
Plunging in the icy lake of uneasiness.
There my bobbing keeps me alive but
Unproductive-static-
And hardly an asset to anyone.
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