The Window

I see leaves change in the fall,

I see snowflakes fall in the winter,

I see flowers bloom in the spring,

But I cannot smell them.

I see children playing,

laughing,

But I cannot laugh with them.

I see hurt,

I see pain,

I see suffering,

But I cannot feel.

I see family and hope,

I see love,

But I can never love.

No one loves me,

even though I’m their light in the darkness,

their mirror to the outside word.

I am all knowing,

But not all feeling.

I know more than anyone; yet I know nothing.

No one can ever love me

and I can never love.