From which we look through,
On rare occassions.
Findng solace in the fact that they ARE so small,
Yet we can still see through them,
To the other side appears greener grass.

There is a reason they’re so small -
Nobody can fit through them,
Only see, barely.
Vague, unclear, uncertainty.

Finding a way through that window
Would have been nice,
Building it up, breaking it down,
Opening the space
To an opportunity you’d never think existed,
But there was a chance,
A small window of opportunity,
And a vast sea of possibilities,
Waiting to be explored.

The window is small,
Breaking the glass would cut
your arms, your legs,
your heart.

Small windows will occassionally
Open again,
In certain instances
Leading way to believing they were meant
Never to be ignored,
But fitting through is still tough.

Lift the shade,
Gauge the pain,
Let the light in,
Decide for youself
If you can live on the other side of the pane,
Rebuild a wall,
Restructure a home,
Relive a life,
Rebreathe new air
Through that small window.