I see you trying to break free
and I am reminded of a winter fly
as it bounces against the cold window
on an otherwise sunny day.
Outside,
the cold would probably end the fly in minutes.
Inside, the sound of buzzing wings
changes tune whenever the fly bounces against the glass.
This is the part that reminds me of you…..
wishing you were on the other side of your reality,
and unaware of the glass between you and your freedom.
After all, the fly does not understand the concept of glass.
But you do.
The fly has no concept of love either.
But you do.
So figuratively,
maybe that’s the glass you hit.
Maybe that’s the barrier that keeps you captive.
It’s not that you’re in love
It’s the worry of who will love you if you leave….
The Written Addiction 