The Window
The Window
She looks outside the window
She sees color
She sees light
She sees freedom
She sees a world
She sees a world of dancers
a world of dreams
a world of laughter
a world of joy
She looks back to the inside
She sees black and white
She sees a uniform
She sees unspoken rule of conformity
She sees a repetition of the same person over and over
She sees the people inside
the people who do not look outside
the people who do not wonder
the people who just look forward
She looks forward
She sees nothing
She sees a blank screen
She sees everyone looking at nothing at all
She sees the world of black and white and never gray
She sees the world she lives in
Yet there is nothing
there are only blank faces
nothing of substance resides in this world
She looks out the window and wishes she would see herself
She looks out the window and dreams
She looks out the window and wonders
She looks out the window,
Yet she stays confined to her seat
She looks out the window
But doesn’t have the courage to leave
She looks out the window one last time
Before she turns her face back to the inside
And soon she forgets the outside
Soon she stops looking
Soon she stops dreaming
Soon she stops wondering
And becomes black and white
And outside the window the millions shade of gray dance in freedom
in joy
in laughter
in dreams
Copyright © Emilia B. | Year Posted 2014
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