- Forbidden - 8

Painting 7: FORBIDDEN Before darkness steals the light of day, entering as graceful as the morning mist in the window ajar, the bitter breeze: freezing me. My light clothes short - dances with the curtain but like the clouds, calm; I stand. My splayed hands upon the glass condensation. I exhale in the cold, enduring dreams surge. Over the years, my golden hair has grown an old rugged toy is my loyal company. My eyes journey into the quiet of the world outside. I wonder what is beyond the sketch of towering trees as each time the wind lullabies. I behold their branches' dipping and bowing; I wish to smell the pines released, they tease. I am a young girl and I am full of dreams. Time races and I am forbidden; the limitless horizon lures. Oh how long, I've wanted to reach, I've wanted to touch. I've wanted to fly, I even cried and shouted, I waited, and waited but no one frees me. _____________________________________________________________ ~~Inspired by the painting: Child in a Red Apron (L’Enfant au tablier rouge) Berthe Morisot French, 1841-1895~~ __Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__