Up Close

I am that window-

The window that fogs when it gets too hot.

The window that breaks when too much pressure is applied.

I am that window you look through to see things you couldn't see up close.

 

I am clear, I am glass-

Glass that shatters unless you care to save me.

Glass that is transparent unless you care to see me.

I am glass that has impurities until you don't look up close. 

 

What do you see when you look up close?

What do you imagine when you look from far away?

Pull open the shades. Put me in a frame.

Don't be afraid,

To get up close.

 

 

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