On the other side of the window

stands a girl

drenched in water,

she stands listlessly

stoic and unamused, expressionless.

is the liquid coming down her face water or tears?

i can't tell.

because she stands on the other side of the window.

her eyes stare far ahead,

determined.

is she lost in her past or is she searching for her future?

i can't tell.

because she stands on the other side of the window.

her tightly clenched fists

are they a show of strength

or a sign of weakness?

i can't tell.

because she stands on the other side of the window.

                                                                                                      2014-07-06