A young girl, sitting in the grass underneath a tree,
aching to be behind the fence,
beyond the fence
to the better life, better place
where opportunities await;
where the grass is greener, the sky is bluer,
where the truth is so much truer.
As she sits underneath that tree,
a shocking realization hits her.
That all she ever loves is on this side,
and those things and people she loves
are all she ever needs.
Loneliness and distance; that is the fence.
On the other side of that fence, with eyes wide, on a porch,
a young boy was sitting, wishing to be behind the fence.
A poem I wrote to accomodate the lovely photograph taken by Michelle Boyer. Much thanks, Michelle.