My heart is like an open window. Every view from inside me is never the same. It seems like the outside looks calm and inviting, but does it really feel that way?
When the rain pitter-patters on the glass or the rumble of thunder rattles, the panes shake like paper. Do I still open it?
I try to be honest, like an open, clear window, and share how my heart truly feels. But words don't come out. My voice can't escape me, like a window that has been forever sealed.
Can anyone really hear me? Do they know the things I'm going through? I feel like my heart is keeping something in.
It would seem so easy to just throw open the window, but everyone would hear the glass breaking the silence in the room.
Do I want that attention on me?
Maybe I'll get to escape it or let this wild heart free. Because it sure has a hold on me.
I have no control what I see out the window just like I have no control over my heart. I'll have to just sit and wait instead.
Only I can see what happens when I open my heart to let it breathe the fresh air vented in by the creaky window frame.
This heart is nothing new. It never has changed. Just leave the crack be on the window pane
My heart is still the same heart; it makes the same beat. That's what makes me the same me. So throw open those windows and let this heart roam free. This heart is like the open window, so please just let me be me.

Leanne 11/1/24