Window Screen

In this room so dark and bare,
A girl sits there, silently without a care.
There is no door to set her free.
This place is the only thing she sees.
One window allows escaping light.
So large, secure, and locked very tight.
Her hair is dark, her skin pale.
Every hope she ever had seems to fail.
Black and white is what her world's become.
It seems no one will save her or come.

One day she is seen by the window,
face glistening like pale winter snow.
The window has opened, the wind is blowing
And for once she seemed to smile.
The next day it was still open,
But nothing was found inside.
The dark screen that stopped her escape,
Laid torn and battered on the landscape.
The wind's whisper voiced one thing;
It was the girl's voice whispering, "I'm free."