Window Panes by Abigail McGovern

by Abigail McGovern Second Place Poetry

I am sorry that I am sometimes angry and often splintering and don’t always know what to do with my hands I have heard that people are window panes, that there’s more to see inside than from standing on the street But maybe that’s more of a metaphor about glass? I am sorry that I like to keep my secrets close and my curtains closed and that sometimes I have sharp shards for a tongue I have heard that people are window panes because they’re sometimes reflecting you right on back So if I am a mirror too, am I really me or am I just reflecting you? I am sorry for these poor metaphors but I am trying to find a word for these shaking hands and this anxious heart And if people are window panes then we are at least something that can be explained, and we can be at once holding back the wind and letting the light come streaming in

I have heard that people are window panes because they’re sometimes reflecting you right on back So if I am a mirror too, am I really me or am I just reflecting you? I am sorry for these poor metaphors but I am trying to find a word for these shaking hands and this anxious heart And if people are window panes then we are at least something that can be explained, and we can be at once holding back the wind and letting the light come streaming in