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?
Copyright © Maritza Grillo | Year Posted 2015
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