A Longing for Freedom
by Genevieve Petty

I stand at my window
Outside I see the people
Having fun, going places
They smile, laugh
But I am no part of this
For here I stand
At home, at
Prison
Looking out upon the world
Seeing through a one-way glass
Past the people
Is the world
In all it's vast array
Places I will never see
Or go, or touch
For I,
While I long to go out
Curl up, draw away
I leave the window
The world
And curl up into
My room--my world--my prison
And here I stay