Looking through stained glass
Projecting colors on the world
Too beautiful to be real.
Looking through two paned glass
Hearing muffled words
Interpreting their false meanings.

Dreaming of possibility,
Yet never taking the chance
Only staring into hope
Even if only for a second.
Trying to open up
Trying to invite you in
Instead of pushing you away
– But it fails –
The moment passes
And walls come up again.
Feel the doors slam shut
To the soul.

Trying to pry them open,
To remain open.
Creating some space by
Putting up windows, to see
But hold in the fears
And stay guarded
Projecting thoughts not realities.

T. Marina