I am the rainbow you cannot see

Sunshine brightens her iris,
shy behind the curtains
a glimpse from the windows, their bars amiss.
As she tidies her desk,
places a flower to bloom,
still not opening her curtains
to prevent the heat and it's gloom.

But bliss, she presumes, behind the blinds,
as the sun joins the winds,
and they all sing in chorus, swaying the leaves
and murmuring secrets into the ears;
breezy and tireless, echoing laughter filled with tears.

All this she simply imagined
as she watered her petals, humming a song forgotten.
All this she simply envisioned
in her head, behind the curtains
was a life open from her windows
a day yet, she hadn't chose.

But when she hindered her screen,
to her dismay, is what was seen-
the bars were never open and haven't been.
All this while the joy, was simply an illusion,
created by her mind, an open window was her assumption.

Now, she knew the fickle,
and suddenly she felt suffocation,
but before this she wasn't hurt from what was unknown,
so she realized claustrophobia was a play in her mind,
when her world was open, there was nothing left to find.

Now that she knew it was never open,
breathless, she felt because of the truth.
Our minds are playing us to not believe,
in searching the rainbows that we cannot see.