Merely a mistake.
Something so common.
Blending into the world.
Its angry edges, Its gloomy face All ignored.
Simply disregarded.
How could something so transparent become so hard to see?
What happened to this window?
What shattered all its dreams?
Running my fingers across it
Over every little imperfection I see more than just a window.
I see a crushed hope.
An impossible dream.
A whole world of pain and deceit.
I stare at this window and people begin to shape.
I never would have guessed…Why these people hide.
Why they're so silent.
I connect their frustrations With my own and in the hints of reflection
I see myself, clearly Someone lost.
A Broken Window.
A precious sign of home.
Something so rare But lost in the walls of society.
I have to wonder…How would the world change If we noticed every broken window?
