Window of Truth

I just love this part of the poem.
I was sitting by the window,
watching young love bloom —
in the flutter of birds,
in the hands of strangers,
while I tried to guess
who’d shout at me next.

I was washing dishes by the window
late at night,
saw couples in matching clothes,
laughing, hand in hand —
I whispered, it must be nice,
as the soap bit my skin.
I felt this part of the poem so much. In my school, I see guys and girls, hugging up against each other and kissing, and I sometimes wish it was me. I wish I was the one with that special boy or girl, who'd I'd wrap my arms around.
Sometimes I imagine it — the warmth of someone’s hand in mine, the way their eyes might light up when they see me. I picture us walking together, talking about nothing and everything, like the couples I see. I think about how I’d smile more, how maybe the world would feel less heavy.
I dont know if that was the meaning of the poem, but I overall enjoyed this part.

I was sitting by the window,
watching kids laugh in the sun,
their parents smiling beside them —
while mine argued again
about whose mistake I was.
This is also another good part of the poem. Some parents feel like their kids don't give them much respect and consideration they need.

I just love this part of the poem.
I was sitting by the window,
watching young love bloom —
in the flutter of birds,
in the hands of strangers,
while I tried to guess
who’d shout at me next.

I was washing dishes by the window
late at night,
saw couples in matching clothes,
laughing, hand in hand —
I whispered, it must be nice,
as the soap bit my skin.
I felt this part of the poem so much. In my school, I see guys and girls, hugging up against each other and kissing, and I sometimes wish it was me. I wish I was the one with that special boy or girl, who'd I'd wrap my arms around.
Sometimes I imagine it — the warmth of someone’s hand in mine, the way their eyes might light up when they see me. I picture us walking together, talking about nothing and everything, like the couples I see. I think about how I’d smile more, how maybe the world would feel less heavy.
I dont know if that was the meaning of the poem, but I overall enjoyed this part.

I was sitting by the window,
watching kids laugh in the sun,
their parents smiling beside them —
while mine argued again
about whose mistake I was.
This is also another good part of the poem. Some parents feel like their kids don't give them much respect and consideration they need.

I really like it! It is beautiful and solemn work of art. To me this represents not being able to break a cycle. When this person was young, they're parents fought all the time and yelled at them. You can assume this person had hopes of having a loving husband and to treat their kids better than their mother treated them. But, in the end they became the only thing they dreaded. This poem shows that sometimes things never really change. I really enjoy the gradual shifts throughout the stanzas. They make the poem feel as though each shift in the stanza crushes the dreams of the young child until they grow into adulthood and just want to give up. One thing I feel could be clearer is the timeline of the poem. With the 3rd stanza, it's difficult to tell where its taken place, childhood or adulthood? I really like there being no clear setting except 'besides the window' because it shows this may happen to any person. Another thing I thought to be unclear was where it said, "as the soap bit my skin." Is it possibly referring to self harm? Although some parts of the poem may not be as clear, I really enjoyed reading this! Continue writing and you'll get better and better. You got this!

I think this is sooooo pretty, and I'd love to see more from you. I really hope this is a fictional character a not you, and if it is you this is about, I'm sorry.

I really like that it rhymes but only slightly, and I think that's a nice touch. And the repetition of the first line, only slightly different each stanza except the last, makes it feel very smooth.

Overall this is a great poem, and I'd give you my firstborn.

This is a beautiful poem. It is also the sad truth for some people, which is what makes this even more deep. This reminds me a bit of my life. And I love it.

Hey, there! Let me leave a quick review.

This is a nicely formatted poem. Everything is neatly laid out and easy to read. There is a noticeable rhyme here, but it's not overwhelming.

The way the poem chronologically follows the narrator's life is a nice little technique. From childhood to adulthood, it all flows smoothly and as one would expect.

Some of the topics here are a little heavy, but what is poetry for but to express the deeper feelings of life? It's easy to see that the narrator struggles with the same negative feelings throughout life. The recurring feeling is a very relatable part of life.

The last thing I'll say is, I hope if you're personally experiencing these feelings, you come to find a sense of value and hope. Your truly do matter, and there are people here (and other places) who care!

Thanks for sharing this work!