See Through

There you stand, staring straight through me
I must be empty
No colour, no brains, no history
If you hit me it wouldn't hurt
Yet I'd shatter from the inside
And I'd fall down, But who would pick me up?
Can you see what's inside, or do you see past me?
I admit, yes I'm shallow
But I can't succumb to more
Unfortunately I'm a window
Who's in love with the door.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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August 16, 2011 at 10:37 AM
I am so thrilled by the poetry I am reading this morning. Looks like everyone has found a pipeline to inspiration. This is wonderful and I am so happy your poetry is right here in this mix Abbey. Thank you so much for sharing. Love, Carol
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