• MrsMollyWilcox

How I pray (Part Two)



Under the circumstances

it’s hard to keep quiet––

I beat against a thin window pane

crying out with wings

my whole self, crashing

repeatedly into solid glass.


The light from the sun

beckoning me outside

to freedom,

not a fly on a wall,

but a fly tortured,

buzzing fervently, persistently,

yearning for this barrier––

this captor to dissolve.


Across the room a gentle breeze

softly breathes through cracked window,

speaking of glory outside,

but unnoticed by this

persistent, futile fly.





Read "How I Pray (Part One)" here!