Beyond The Window

I see my face reflecting in the window, as the rain falls;
How many times I've seen that face staring in the glass, how many times I've wished that face was not my own;
The rain fades softly away, a shaft of sun pierces the brooding clouds like a sword;
I thought pierces me as well. Their is one who knows me deeper  than the others;
He knows how I cry inside while I put a smile on for the others, He knows how I remember mocking words and deeds;
He knows how I dream of hills and prairies far away.
He calls me by name and smiles at me;
He reaches out a hand for mine.
He knows me, because He made me and now shows me life, beyond the window.
  I wrote this poem, if you can call it that, a little while ago and thought you guys might like to read it and give me feed back on what yall think.

Writing

     I just set up this "blog" it was confussing, but now okay.  I am supposed to write about writing, and have no clue what to write about.  Writing is a fun, creative way to express your feelings.  I think it is most fun to write little books or stories and be very creative or out-of-this-world type when I write.  Another thing I like to write is poems or songs. I love to ryhm when I write, even though it is kinda hard for me to do that some times. Writing is something you could really dive into if you have your heart or mind set on it.

-Penny6