The Cabin

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The Cabin

I could only imagine that

The fields had flowers, but

I was inside the cabin

That I helped build.

I didn’t know there would be a lock within.

I had not clue the cabin was for me.

I didn’t think I wouldn’t

Be able to breathe.

But I could see the stars.

I didn’t know the color of the flowers.

I couldn’t smell their perfume.

But I knew they were there.

I laid. I woke. I ate. I laid again.

When I laid, I could see the stars.

Could I get out?

Come with me! You, who weeps to leave!

Turn a new page and turn the key to the

Door that will let us go! But... how can I leave?

The roof over my head, the security of my sheets,

The sustenance that I need, I had it all within.

But the flowers.... I could smell them.

Do I have to stay?

In between guilt and need, I found

A small well fashioned rod and I opened the door.

I saw the flowers. The stars were bright.

The air was crisp. But, now that I am here…

Should I leave?

If I step on that stoop, is up to you…

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro