Point of View

Shuffling:
I shuffle over to the other side of my bed at dawn trying to close the small gap between the heavy curtains,
before the light gets the best of me-
before it prevents me from enjoying the last hour of sleep
I dream not only of seeing the light, but having enough light to warm my body,
to be able to lie under it in my underwear,
it is so cold and dank inside here

Rain:
Walking through the rain, it's so heavy it's started to seep through,
following the metal lining of my umbrella i can feel a drop on my head following my hair
it's annoying
I want to feel the rain,
to walk through it-
unable to get outside, i press my head against the cold cement wall
trying to smell, to feel, to even only imagine
the slightest of rain diffusing through the wall

If i could feel one blade of grass,
if i could wake up disturbed by the sound of a crying baby,
if i could be late to work because of the cranky bus driver,

if i could tell the world what it's like to be kept inside

i would start by saying: "what if you could never..."
then you'd see their somewhat sad faces, gazing down on you
as if to say sorry

but as soon as they turn their backs on you and continue carrying on with their lives
they quickly forget the different point of view
between the rain seeping through their umbrella
and me

trying to feel the rain through these square walls
and the only rain felt is down my cheeks in the middle of the night in my bed