Through the glass facade

Looking through the glass facade;
She can see the world,
But not feel it.
She misses the touch,
But then, is shielded.

Pitter patter rain drops,
Feel so dry;
All she shares is,
Their charming cry.

Shining sun rays,
Feel so calm;
All she shares is,
Their light, not warmth.

Cool, windy breeze,
Feels so arrested;
All she shares is,
The sight of those who grasp it.

Makes her wonder,
Does she have a choice,
Not to surrender -
To step out and feel the world,
To celebrate and heal the world;
And yet, come back,
Into the safe haven;
When she's had enough,
Of all of them.

Who has the key to the,
Door of this glass cabin;
Or, there is no door at all;
Either in, or out,
The choice is made once, and for all.

While I am writing this,
And while you might be reading;
She remains busy,
Chiseling the glass,
Crafting the door,
To her distant dreams.