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Backstory: 
A therapist once told me that reading my poetry felt like looking through a window into my soul. That thought stayed with me. Windows let in light and offer a glimpse of what’s inside, but they never tell the whole story. Even in my most honest writing, others only see part of what I carry. Living with chronic illness has deepened this understanding—those closest to me often see only a fraction of what daily life is really like. This idea grew from reflecting on what it means to be seen, misunderstood, and still known.

Only a Glimpse Through the Glass

We really don’t know what struggles other humans are going through,
As we only see from a window into their lives from our limited view.
A window allows light and visibility, but we never see the whole picture,
And we see shapes and movement; but it's only just a mixture.

Those with chronic health problems fight every day
And they try to remain positive so that their real issues are tucked away.
Others only see a fraction of what those people deal with daily,
Even though their health impacts their lives greatly.

The grass might look greener on the other side of the street
And other peoples’ struggles compared to ours might seem like a treat.
But we need to be kind to our fellow travelers on this earth
Because we are all fighting our own battles with our self-worth.

If He is invited into our homes, our Loving Father above
Will come in and fill us with His amazing love.
He doesn’t just want to look through a window to our soul
He wants to help us get through our struggles so we can feel whole.

We just need to invite Him in through the door,
And He will help strengthen us so we can get up off the floor.
When you feel like no one understands how you feel,
You can know that He does and that His love for you is real.

The Takeaway: We only ever see one another through windows, never the whole house. Because of that, kindness matters more than we realize. Everyone is carrying unseen weight. While people may only glimpse our lives from the outside, God does not look through a window—He enters the house, fully aware of every room and every ache. Knowing that, may we offer grace to others and comfort to ourselves.

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