Open
Shuttters open,
invitation to look out at
a spring offering.
Open for oppurtunity,
for light to burst
through,
create a place to bathe
in the day's goodness.
And yet,
I keep a pane
of glass between us.
Uneasy at the thought
of opening the window.
Content with a view,
without vulnerabiltiy.
Able to distance
from a breeze of disaster
or raindrops,my tears of brokeness,
as I wait for the light to return.
Fear of vulnerability and hurt will always force us to be an observer instead of a participant if we let it. Lovely poem.
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DeleteI love this blog! Thanks for the poem, Gina. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ann! We love you, too!
DeleteHow wonderful! And though I have not experienced nearly as much grief, I totally relate to your metaphor about the safety behind the pane (pun intended :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, J!
DeleteBeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteIt's only human for us to keep the pane in front, so as to keep the pain away!
Have a great weekend!
Writer In Transit
Have a great one, too. And thanks for stopping by!
DeleteI'd never heard of this type of poem before so it's fun to learn something new. And the poem is beautiful and haunting like always, love the idea of a view without vulnerability.
ReplyDeleteIt's not only a great poetry prompt but really good for writer's block. Thank you, Julie!
DeleteNice photo and poem. It can be hard to show people what's inside no matter how nice they may think the outside is. The windows to the soul don't always reveal all, and it can frightening to open up to others. I know.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nancy. It is frightening but I think worth it because then others open up, too.
DeleteBeautiful! It makes me want to hug you and promise all will be well.
ReplyDeleteAwe, thank you, Kathy! I am hugging you back :)
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