Depth or Reflection

Gaze through the windows to my soul.
You may observe the presence that is 
squirming beneath the surface;
Searching for a dark corner within which to retreat;
Attempting to hide from the scrutiny of your stare.
It shivers at the prospect of being discovered;
Sharing its truths and its secrets;
Exposing its vulnerability.
Or… perhaps, all you see is your own reflection.

dVerse author merrildsmith prompts us to “write about windows, real, imaginary, or metaphorical.”