|Posted by Tricia Douglas on October 13, 2009 at 12:38 AM|
Standing on the outside,
at the window looking in.
Longing to be on the inside,
wondering what could have been.
The doors shut and locked.
the windows fastened down.
Once again I knocked.
and again no answer I found.
I could see them through the window,
looking so happy and free.
Where they were I longed to go,
but would they even want me.
My once clean garment now stained and tore,
my heart heavy and broke.
As I walk away as many times before,
Wondering why I even go.