Yesterday I drove past that place
I used to live,
on the way home to you.
I cowered behind that very window,
afraid
of the world outside,
afraid
that it wouldn't miss me,
that it wouldn't notice
that I had vanished behind that frame.
I watched, through that frame,
others living the life
I could not live,
because I was
afraid,
I knew not of what,
nor why I had been exiled
to this penitentiary
which I paid good money
to inhabit.
There, framed in that window,
another lonely soul
gazed out at me, wondering
if I saw as I went on my way,
past this refuge of those
too young to have lived,
and those done with it.
Oh so sad.... fear really does keep us from happiness - esp. when we're so afraid we won't even try. I can sooo relate to these feelings - great job!