She is clenched in
glass walls, observed in a field,
ending forever. The wind teases her
immobility, just by passing by.
It comes back and approaches. It tries
to comfort her, but its attempts
only pierce the girlšs strength.
She only notices how the
wind flaunts with direction,
and moves anywhere. So the wind
heads on to its destination,
not so clear, from here, to
the caged animal. The glass is
so weak, depending on the
strength inside. She feels
the glass is threatened, so she
searches for another room
to hide. But she finds it
hard to enter, when all
the doors are shut. The window
is still open, and inside she
sees life. Soon they grow
uncomfortable, knowing she
is watching in. There is no
way to hide themselves, because
they have no blinds built in.
She only keeps on looking,
despite their shows of unease.
The looks she gets are harsh,
and she gives them back in return.
If only she knew sooner, that a
locked door can be opened by knocking.