A Stranger Watching Life Pass By
Is this all there is...

Sometimes I wish I were a ghost
To float away from all life's ills...

Blank pages stretched before me,
threatening in their stark innocence...

Unhoused and unnamed,
Smothered by damp grey gauze fume...

Piled high the boxes reach
to brush against the ceiling...

Take the knife and cut away the bindings
tightened over years of misuse and oppression...

The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...

Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn...

Trust me,
The time for tears...

The princess stood at the top of the tower
and stomped her feet and cried...

I watch you, as you walk away
without a backward glance...

Today I saw the sun come up
and wondered at the beauty of the world...