Enclosed in a room with one tiny window and a door that locks from the outside
My own clothes, my own book, my own pillow-Nothing else is mine
My favorite time of the year -I cannot see the sun-Only fluorescent lights
Press my hands against the wall -On the other side is freedom
All I see is gray-All I feel is cold
The bar in their window is loose-I shake it and it is free
All I see is the sun and the trees -I reach my hand through, expecting cold glass- Instead I feel fresh air
I smell thefresh and fragrant grass-My hand is out the window-Then my arm, my head, my body
I’m free
I don’t know how I got on the ground -Since I was three stories high
Maybe that’s why I was there in the first place-Because I knew how to fly
The chill in the air, the wind in my hair - Everything feels like freedom
I have to get home -I have to get home- Tomorrow is Christmas Eve
I feel my way past the trees -The leaves crunch under my bare feet-I see the road in the distance
I run towards it
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKING
I awake with a start -The only evidence of my dream was my rapidly beating heart
I get out of their bed-Put on my clothes-I won’t share my dream-No one can know
If I told them my dream they would say it’s too soon -For me to go home today at noon
I have to go home -I have to go home-Tomorrow is Christmas Eve
My parents will be here -The doctor will prove that I’m cured
Once they show my parents I’ll be walking out the door
Once I’m out of the door my parents explain why-A jumble of words then my mom starts to cry
My parents sent me to this place-Because of my mind
I thought too much-Had no self control-To teach me to function -That was their goal
I was always sad -This place had helped
I was not in heaven -But at least I was out of Hell
I told them I understood -They responded with a smile
As we pulled out of the lot-I caught a glimpse of the sign
“Meadow View – We can cure the children that fly”