Reflections On a Window

The opaque glass keeping the air trapped
not letting any unidentifiable things enter,
has finally cracked leaving a thin line of
reconsideration and resentment.

I am now distorted,
A misrepresentation that has been
Twisted into a crooked image.
Making sense of this situation seems more
Natural than supernatural but
I never enjoyed mixing lights and darks
When washing away the dirt left from the day before.

This silhouette, however, makes me wonder
What exactly is confined within this window.

It's not me.
I definitely don't have that physical appearance
Of green eyes, brown hair
And uncontrollable debates of
Escaping or staying.

I know I cannot be restrained within this opening,
Being in limbo within this dream,
Lingering in this mental constipation.
This puts a single thought in my mind that
Maybe enough light did not come through.

Then, a reunion has commenced.
It is here that I realize there are moments when I miss you.
On the contrary, I reconsider the person in the window,
Stuck inside, but in all sincerely has no interest in
Wanting to come out.