Window Pain

Do you ever see cats sitting on the window

pane? Just watching the rain? Hearing

planes fly across the sky? Have you

seen people do the same? Looking out

the window wishing to fly like birds

without a care in the world. Much pain

resides inside broken bodies. Sorrow

lives behind lost eyes looking for a new

tomorrow. Rain slides down aged glass

just as teardrops fall from above.

All we need is love, but we need to love

ourselves before all: before all our tears

fall and our eyes dry out. I know you

want to shout. Take a deep breath. Step

away from that window pane. Go out-

side and look from the outside looking

in. Wave to the reflection in the window

and live your dream. Fly away and live.

There is so much love for you to give.