The Window

The window in my room

has seen every version of me—

the hopeful one,

the tired one,

the person nobody else gets to see.

It listens to rain without speaking,

holds sunsets for a little while,

and lets the outside world enter

without walking a single mile.

Some days I open it for air,

some days just to escape my mind,

but it always stays between two worlds—

one I live in,

and one I’m trying to find.

~ Rupinder Kaur