Tower
What I don’t think they understand is
Although I may seem far away
My eyes, ears, heart, brain
All work the same
I cannot tell you
How many days
I have spent staring out
The window of possibility
The one that looks beyond the horizon
And displays what the world has to offer
If fear didn’t exist
And confidence was easy to find
I’d imagine myself putting my hair to good use
And exploring the world before me
Dancing with the wind
And saying goodbye to the tower
That held me captive for many years
It’s hard to escape something
That whispers familiarity
And offers comfort
But I am aware the possibility
Is out there
Waiting for me to take the leap
And grab it with two hands of triumph
What I don’t think they understand is
I am trying
With every passing moment
With every cry towards the sky
The sun breaks through the clouds
A brick falls away
And I can feel the possibility
Coursing through my bones
There is whole world out there
I can’t wait to explore it
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