Frosted Windows

I try to look out the frosted
window. I tilt my head.
I try to see what’s in front
of me. My hands are frozen
to the wheel. I cannot feel
my fingers or toes. I’m running
late on the darkest day.
I stay on the other side of these
frosted windows. I stay strong.
I shake myself awake. I take
my time. I wait out the flurry.
I look out the frosted window
and see no need to hurry.
My vision is blurry. I look
at the rear-view, I see
a younger me. I sit alone
as the snow passes by.
I must find a way home.
The worst thing I can do is try.






Windows

My eyes are windows,
and my mouth is
a door I slam shut
here and there.
My feet are floorboards.
My body is the house
that my mind powers.
I live here; I try to keep
it nice. I have my own
back. It supports me.
My arms reach out
to my neighbors.
My soul lives inside
the air that we share.
My heart hides beside
lungs that breathe
and preach peace.
My eyes are windows
to an unknown world.
Are you ready to go
to a place only I know?

Wise Eyes

I look deep into your wise eyes.
I get lost inside you: your stare.
I see myself when I look into
your wise eyes. My ego shrinks
in size and dies when I look into
your wise eyes. I can see a life –
a growing soul: only half-full.
Your wise eyes tell me to be
the person that I want to see.

Windows and Doors

Windows let others in. Doors close others out.
Windows and doors make up places we live.
Open windows provide insight into one’s life.
Closed doors ignore outsiders galore. So many
windows – so many doors – so many years –
so many fears. Unlock the doors and open
the windows, and show others how to grow.