Spoken Poetry Fence

Poem Pages (Pages of Poetey)

Here sitting in a room, the four walls and I, the fence, as the world turns, people getting on with their lives, me here looking out of the window, the window of possibilities, could that be my reality? Or am I just wishing well? As I live on the fence, in this room, the four walls, the world and possibilities, the fence is me, I realise, as I wipe my tears, and draw strength from my realisation, I decide to dwell not but swim,
no more sitting on the fence,
courage will bring me out the lonely room,
over the fence,
to a place called, life and living.

Poet Chrissie Christana
©15.7.21
Spoken Poetry Fence