a horrid dusty mean cobwebby wall.
it stares at me and dares me to knock it down.
but i can't, i'm too weak.
it holds me in and keeps me out
imprisons and excludes me
it lies between me and somewhere else.
sometimes i sit in the corner
and imagine the world on the other side
a world of soft green hills
of mountains and woods
streams to ford and cliffs to scale
rain and snow and sun and mist
and adventures of all sorts.
but here i am inside the wall.
kept in and kept out
alone in the dust and the cobwebs.
© Elizabeth Klassen 2010