O'er The Other Side of The Fence

I seek escape from this side of the fence where Grassy thorns beneath my feet pierce my sole. Scrambling, ambling, trekking to the freedom Awaiting on the other side. I search for pockets in my ascent Digging trembling fingers inside its moulded, muddy enclosures, securing each grip Then clawing my way up until I grope my way over. Lest I should fall as my nimble and bruised tendons fail me and my blood-thorned feet derail me Let me land with a thud o’er the other side of the fence Rather than fall on the familiar turf where my body is forever spent And my mind, broken and bent.