The walls disappear
leaving me in the open
Everything i see and hear
is different
New waves strike me
I reel and fall
on my knees
I feel a hand cold
on my shoulder
'You must be new outside', he says
'Yes ', I answer
reminiscing the days
i spent inside gazing
through the window
learning
like a detached widow
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