One caring person stops to see why I am all alone. The steel suddenly turns to glass, and as I look, I can see things clearer. More people stop to look in as they continue their busy lives. I am still trapped on the inside but a little closer to being free.
Another person stops to see if she can get through to me. The glass gets thinner day by day. I can almost reach the outside. I finally really want to get out. I am ready to receive help. I grasp hold of my friend's hand and I am flying free!
© Danielle Bond 1992