The Window...
I look out the window and I think what would it be like to see my life differently...
I see my reflection in the glass and I wonder is that really me....
What do others see when they look at me....
Do they see a woman that is lonely?
Do they see a worried mother of two independent children?
Do they see someone who is trying to keep everything together on the outside, but also someone who is falling apart on the inside?
Or do they just see another person looking out a window on a cold winter day??
I sit her looking out the window wondering how others see me and how important it is to me ....
I see my reflection in the glass and I wonder is that really me....
What do others see when they look at me....
Do they see a woman that is lonely?
Do they see a worried mother of two independent children?
Do they see someone who is trying to keep everything together on the outside, but also someone who is falling apart on the inside?
Or do they just see another person looking out a window on a cold winter day??
I sit her looking out the window wondering how others see me and how important it is to me ....
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