Those looking in through clear glass windows find a scene of joy and peace
But their eyes can’t look through timelines of pain, sadness, and grief.
So, as I step on the porch to pick up all that corresponds,
They see a smiling girl between green palm fronds
Ignorant to the tribulations that led her there.

In one moment, I caught their eye staring with envy
And felt sad once again from memories within, trembling.
Instead I tried to open my heart and let the floodgates spill
And out of me and into them rose a chill
For my eyes told a story that they could not bear.