The Window
by Candice D.

Been outside the window
for so long.
Wanted to reenter.
Left out in the cold.
Found my way in,
through a welcoming entrance.
Inside, looking out again.
But I longed for the outside.
Felt like an outsider inside.
Quiet among the laughter,
the joy.
Watching the quiet
snow fall outside.
Eyes on the window.
Outside looking in.

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