8 Years
8 years....8 years was all it took.....to make this look....from hopeless dreams to this open book of me, 4 walls that hold me still....from being ill i prey, 1 window pane that shows me more than imagined...my breath upon it's window......I'll still stand at its side no matter how far I stride....the world outside keeps on calling me and telling me I'll be there some day....the breeze wants to play....prancing so gay and free, Someone will help me, lead me, an take care of me with no dismay I prey...my life in a box with one window pane.....I'll show the world my soul without pain or disarray, you'll see one day...ill escape from this hidden boundary that has held onto me so long, these 4 walls will no longer be bound to me...the illusion will fall the day my hand can touch its window I prey.....that day......that day its glass will shatter at the warmth of such a soul like mine......until then, i linger here...4 walls still bard me in for future years to lock this princess in her tower for the future does not know of what it brings.........8 years...............8 years was all it took, to tame this lion of her pride to pull her away from the love of being outside.
Copyright © Samantha Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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