Window of the Soul

If the eyes truly are the windows

of the soul

why is it that I steal a look

in your eyes and

I feel trapped?

Are your eyes really mirrors that reflect

the undeniable truth?

We’re both trapped, prisoners of

our own existence.

The opening you provide for me

allows me to spend days

gazing out, wishing that mirrors were

actually windows.

Why is freedom so elusive?

Sometimes it seems

you’re trying to move closer to me

but your movement is an illusion

that leaves me reeling. When I think

you’re moving closer, I see

you’re farther away

than before.

Life is a beautiful illusion

a trick of the eye that

makes us believe

we can be free

but freedom continues to elude.

Will I be forever trapped

behind the glass wall

gazing out the window

fooling myself into believing

that one day

I’ll be on the other side

looking in.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind