It is difficult to judge
a situation
from a house of glass
shingled in conscience
and heated by sensitivity
where the horizon is clear
and a mind blooms
with brilliant spring colors

It is difficult to see
inequality
through a pane of glass
separated by chance
and fractured by compassion
where the agony shifts through and
a mind cries
with the world's jagged suffering

It is difficult to free
encumbrances
sheathed within glass
strong yet madly cracked
and coated with fearful tears
where opposite throughs must combine
in a mind
already infinitesimally fragmented

Copyright September 2024, Renee Seymour, The Shades Between