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!
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