The Window Poem by jane solanrobertson

Through the open window
My arms reach out
Past curtains that quiver;
Where the sky is darkening to midnight blue-black.
Rain darts
Like ice-cold pins onto my skin
And I smile.
A brisk wind blows unkempt hair
Cobwebs
Kisses that whisper of freedom
And I dare to wonder:
Outside this window,
Does Life wait for me?
A mere mother,
Hopes and dreams leap from me
Like demons without conscience.
I long to ride the storms
Fight dragons
Breathe new air
And fly like a bird
To clouds that I dreamed of
Where I can be free-
Be me.

The wind excites me,
The silver moon beckons.
'One day soon, '
I hear myself whisper
As I carefully close the window.