this.

The sun streaked window

I found it pathetic sometimes

A curious boundary to the outside world

Trifling

Yet standing so bold

Would it be there today?

When the rain is pounding upon it?

Or when the hurricane is bellowing her wreath?

Or when the snow decided to show?

Or will it cower upon the might thunder?

Dubious. Yet insolently compelling.

I should think that

I shall never possess its courage

Its fortitude

and those fiery determination

I shouldn't be able to stand in its place

But secretly I'm praying that I'd be able to

For I am too weak

Vulnerable.

Fragile.

perhaps broken, even.

Maybe I shall one day

One can always hope.