
To be a sheltered child
With carpet feet
And temper mild
To look out the glass
the barrier between here and there
And wherever, is beyond that turn.
To watch the swing of the bats,
of boys with baseball caps,
and watch the girls ride bikes
pass the sidewalks safety line.
To find your own fun
Painting on the walls
And never needing to run
To have bedrooms,
miles from the —
knock. knock. knock.
sanctuaries to hide in
when someone is there because we don't
we don't
ever open the door.
About the Creator
Destiny Smith
Writing is one of the few constants I've had throughout my life, and Vocal seemed like the perfect opportunity to put it all somewhere.




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