Life Unlived
I sit behind these eyes of glass
And watch my life pass by
In disconnect from those
I see Perched on this chair, I spy
It's stark and bare within these walls
With not a speck of dust
I occupy this space alone
No need to offer trust
I'm always hyper-vigilant
Observing life at large
Locked away inside myself
Not willing yet to charge
Into the lives I oversee
From this hidden place
Free of the entanglements
I've chosen not to face
But there's a knocking, rapping, tapping
At an inner door
Insinuating influence
That seeks to breach my core
It asks me feel, to risk the hurt
Exposure often brings
To lift my head above the wall
In spite of arrow stings
It whispers that I've much to give
That it's my obligation
To offer back what I've amassed
Through my observation
To plumb the depth of what I feel
And put it on the line
Not hide inside my ramparts
So hardy in design
The rut is just to stay right here
Safe within these walls
Strapped into this straight backed chair
Not chancing any falls
But without risk, there's no reward
No chance to win the prize
So I will venture out, I guess
Beyond these watching eyes
Richard Higley © Oct 2012
YOU ARE READING
outside my window
PoetryWhat is outside the window? A collection of poems that offer an answer. Title poem by @Bythebrooke.
