Shattered Pains

On the outside
always looking in?

waving through a window…

Or inside
looking out?

Does it matter?

If there is glass
between me
and another world

something needs to change.

Will I ever be more than I’ve always been?
‘Cause I’m tap, tap, tapping on the glass

Time to shatter the panes
that keep us apart.

Shatter the pains…

Can anybody see,
is anybody waving back at me?

God, I hope so.

I really, really, hope so.

Day Twenty-Nine

And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?