The Window

In it I see me looking back.
I feel, I hurt, because I lack.
What is it that will make me whole
Lies within the window of my soul.
Through it I know what I see,
Everyone looking back at me.
Was that what I wanted; was it my goal
To open the window of my soul?
Open it wide for all to view.
When the walls are down are you still you?
Will I get hurt; will this take it's toll?
Or is it a mirror, this window to my soul?
Can you clean it, erase, make it new
Or will the hurt shine through and through
For me to forever play this role
They see through the window of my soul?
Through it a glow, a reflection, a shine
Can others see what is mine?
This part of me that makes me whole,
The jewel inside the window of my soul.