I've spent my life,
Looking through the glass,
Watching from afar,
Waving through a window.
I say hello,
You turn around,
I stutter and stammer,
Unsure.
Invisible barriers rise from the depths,
Of smothered insecurities.
Their roots infiltrate my confidence,
Until my intentions become obscurities.
I'm left there standing,
A fool.
Mind rushing,
Blood pulsing,
Nerves tingling,
Get away.
So once again,
I retreat to myself.
Inside my shell,
Unlike yourself.
I go on with life,
Discontent but accepting.
I keep looking,
Through that very same dreaded,
Blurry,
Smudged glass.
I keep beckoning,
Unseen.
I keep searching,
Unnoticed.
I keep waving,
Without reward,
Through that window.
(Inspired by the song "Waving Through a Window" from Broadway's Dear Evan Hansen.)
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
