Watcher
Watcher
from the barren trees of winter
to the golden warmth of autumn leaves
I am but a forlorn watcher
gazing through a window
afraid to venture out
yet allowing myself to imagine
nature’s beauty
be they lonely country roads
or cities bustling with people
an agoraphobic woman, I retreat from both
participation eludes me
as I stare at the world outside
wary of mingling with nature or society
still dreaming of how my life might change
if I could but open the door
but I remain a watcher
trapped inside my home
waiting for an invitation
from a friendly stranger
who will open his arms to me
*Written May 14, 2014
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