Looking in
I see everything
deaf to what is said.
Looking out
you see right through me
your reflection ignored.
I am your window
And, I know how you feel.
Never giving into the elements,
remaining composed and strong.
If we break
a million pieces fall,
never to be the same.
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May the “looking glass” remain forever our focus – as it awakens the mind to the reality of our existence.