Escape

By Derek Lumagui

I cannot be here any

longer. The ceiling is so far

away. The door in the

distance; How did it end

up this way? My mind

sprints for an exit; My body

does nothing but sit. My

hand reaches for a ledge

But my patience is on

edge.

I spot the window,

Rays of piercing, but warm

yellow It opens, the heat floods

in

My hand shields my eyes

In an instant, my vision

brightens, My head is clear and

hands strong.

Maybe I can be happy too.