The Wild Poem by Sarah Sisson

I can only see as far as I wan to.
My eyes blur beyond that. If I see

too much of the pain of reality I
shutter and think of what my next days

in life here will be like. My world is
fanciful. I make little mistakes and I

am queen here. So why then do I force
a venture with the world outside? I must

make a choice. Live in here where it is
safe or become a part of the wild.

Copyright 12-28-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson