Agoraphobic Poem by Edwina Reizer

I will not leave this house I'm in.
Is that a curse or is it sin?
I see the scene that lives outside.
I touch the windowpane, then hide.

What is this fear that slowly grew
into a monstrous feverish brew?
I fear I'll always be like this
and never know the things I miss.

I used to walk under the stars
and go for rides in windy cars.
I used to run on sandy shores
and cement sidewalks were my floors.

But all that's past and now there are walls
and a memory that often calls
and says, 'Be brave, not cowardly.'
Alas there is no courage in me.

And so my window beckons me
to look outside so I can see
every last detail not seen by those
whose outside adventures are my woes.