The Window

The eye, the window to the soul?
What do you see when you look at me?
What image forms in your mind?
Confident and strong? Or just “one of them”?

What can you see from my window?
Who do you think I am?
I see your window
And I fall in the comfort of its warmth.
My legs feel warm
All I can do is smile
Smile at you…

Are my eyes the window to my soul?
Or can I hide behind the curtains
Then show myself to you some time later?

Who am I, When would I find out?
Should I draw the blinds?
And show you the real the clear window, showing you the real me?
Who am I? Look into my window
No…Come into my place and tell me from within.
Who am I?

by Obaro Useh

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