Silver Lining—Benjamin Moore 2119-60

Gazing out the window,
pondering the outside.
The nighttime sky
silent,
somber.
Idle
and waiting for her.

The moon hangs low in the sky;
It's ripe with mysterious milky light.
So close
her fingers seem like they could dance upon its surface.

She fingers the silver window pane.
Forbidden to break through,
for the horrors that would await her if she
dared
go out.

Her hands
longingly linger
at the hinges.
The entire world at her fingertips
only separated by a
thin sheet of glass.

She is trapped by the impending walls of
fear.

Her outside world
existing only
when laced with the silver lining of the window pane.

She smiles to herself
there's a silver lining for her...

but

what about the outside looking in?

Perplexed and
realizing that
the world sees her
through a dirty window
of an
unimportant
unnoticed
apartment.

Isn't there any worth in me?
She pondered.

Where is my silver lining?