THE FACE IN THE WINDOW
by Modar Neznanich
As I drove by the house
I saw a face in the window.
A face, full of longing,
Trying to reach: out to the world;
Trying to escape: to something better.
Something about that face;
It seemed so familiar -
But of no one I knew.
I traveled on; but the memory,
Of that face, followed me.
Inside me was a great desire
To help that person; but how?
And to whom did that fleeting face belong?
Then it hit me - whose face it was.
It belonged to me!
It was I who was searching;
It was I who wanted something better.
Deep inside I had wanted to escape
But had been afraid to admit it.
The face in the window was a reflection of my true self.
And then I realized it was time:
Time to make a choice.
I could reach out - to something better.
Or stay the way I was. But I couldn't just be:
The face in the window.
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