February 13th, 2007

Get me out of this shell;
These walls that barricade me in.
There are windows, however
They are placed so high--
Their access insurmountable.

They give a
Translucent preview of light
And I bask in the
Warmth of change.

Busy looking down
(Or even straight forward)--
Most people choose to miss it.

I look up so much my
Neck begins to ache.

It is this sliver of
Promised light that
Fuels me.
Keeps me pleading--

Get me out of this shell.