The Window

The window All I dreamed was to being free To feel a fresh breeze wash over me So tired of looking through the glass Where others dance and children laugh While I cook and clean and go through the motions I long for a life with a little more meaning I stare out this window, my only view To see what could.. but would never be Because I am wrapped in a chain that has become a part of me. It coils and cuts into my flesh Burning with a heat that makes me long for death. I must escape. I have to leave. Who decided this was the life That I had to lead? To stay would make my mother smile My father cheer For his adoring child. But what of me? I long to see… what these boarded windows hide from me.. To gaze upon the world a new. To be the girl I choose to be. So fast it happened. When I finally escaped So much was lost in my haste. Can I have it back? Turn back time. Give me back the life that was mine. Though trapped and shielded, and never free.. at least i felt their love for me. I wasn’t ready for all these lights or to be Pushed in the spotlight of this busy life I feel so lost. Who am I now? Daddys gone and I cant understand why or how. So sick he became and I wasn’t there. To shed a tear To show how much I cared I remember the window that I cursed over and over again Why did I never turn around and look at what was held within. For life has turned into a festering sore Am I free or did I leave the best thing I could ever have wished for?