The Window, Part Two

I share with you people my epiphany. I may be all better now.

And yet here the window is again

      But looks not half as ominous

           I toy with the idea

           Of opening it

        Possibly revealing ugliness

              Or beauty.

             What do I fear?

                I poke my head out.

                  It's glorious out in that world!

              Or is it too glorious for the likes of me?

                   Idly I let my hand out, and enjoy the breeze. 

                       I glance out, it's high

                             But all the more room for flying.

                                             The window morphs into a door

                                                               Which I promptly fling open

                                                                                     And feel the sun on my face

                                                                                     And the bracing fresh air

                                                                                     And all the potential happiness

                                                     Which I have so sorely been missing

                                                                                     For over three years now

I see it!

It's mine for the the taking!

Freedom!

Reviews

[robert harris jr]

this is great the whole truth and nothing but truth your heart laid on the line great work