Revealed Through My Window

My only witness is the window standing in between,

What I see, what I am, what I may be come, but mostly what I dream.

Then I catch a glimpse of me the frame reflects, reveals,

The side unseen that is myself, for I cannot appeal,

The humble window depicts my desires, my direction,

The face I wear when I don’t dare to share my own reflection,

The window sees right through me, as I through it,

Knowing the thoughts I need not say, however misfortunate,

It’s the cornerstone at which I stand, the sheet that separates me

From here and there and anywhere that I long to be,

And peering through the screen so pure reminds me gently,

That I—not it—stand in my way to define my future she.