Snow Globe

Snow Globe

I feel like the snowman captured
inside a glass dome.
I look outside and the freshly fallen snow,
but when I reach out to touch it
my hand strikes the barred window
reminding me of my captivity.

I can see the long arms of the trees
stretching out to catch the playful virgin flakes
which dance and spin in the frosty winter wind;
the once cold bleak earth now
adorned in layers of sparkling snow.

All my senses scream winter has arrived
yet, locked behind countless doors
my life has been put on hold.

I celebrate no seasons;
count no days.
For me, time has no meaning –
weeks and months run together like paints
creating a hodgepodge history
for which I was not present.

I watch from my prison window,
as the world outside passes me by;
stealing precious moments of my life.
Thus, I am trapped in a timeless place;
I am a prisoner
deprived of my liberty
and incarcerated by involuntary confinement.

My crime is being an orphan
thus, I am sentenced to this dungeon
with barred windows and locked doors -
for a hellish eternity
where time and days have no significance.

In this orphanage
I have become the snowman
encapsulated within a snow globe,
peering at the world outside,
unable to run with the mighty wind
or dance with the falling snow.