windows

we have
windows into our soul,

our minds,
the corridors of our
heart.

some are brightly
lit

stained gloriously
in color,

while other panes
are broken,

with holes where the rocks
of the world
have flown

through.

splintered, with shards
on the floor.

round portals,
squared,

long windows, peep holes
into us.

arched, a simple wooden
frame
without glass,

or with. we need
a place

for others to look in,
for the light to enter,

and for us to
look out.