The condensation is building up again,
misty film muting my connection
to the outside.

This window, my transparent barrier
to a world removed, secures
and comforts.

Longing to be accepted in the
rolling plains that sprawl forth
from this room.

Trading blows with spectres
forming from my breath against
cold glass.

No cage, no prison,
no restriction in place,
just fearful roots.