Claire Hemann

Will I ever see through?
Dark and foggy.
With no light whatsoever.
Pleading and praying to escape.
Butterflies grow in my stomach at the thought of leaving.
Hoping the glass of the tiny window will break.
Banging on the glass for someone to hear,
But no one can.
I want to escape, but I can’t.
I don’t know how.
The darkness acts as a barricade, blocking my happiness.
If only I could see through the window.
Everything would be better.
I would see blooming flowers and vibrant green grass.
I might hear birds chirping and maybe a dog!
But the window will never open.
So I will keep asking,
Will I ever see through?