In a little tiny house
by a great big window
Sat a little tiny woman
in a big comfy chair.
Each day she looked out
and pondered each ponder
And questioned the matter
of what went on out there.
"Perhaps there's a world
less transparent than this pane?
A world that lets me live
rather than just look and stare?"
But though her curiosity
she never stepped outside.
The comfort that she knew
simply never let her share.
"I can try again tomorrow,"
she said after each sunset
Knowing that in her heart
she would never even dare.
So day in and day out
she soared in her thoughts
Of how lovely life would be
without relentless fear.
*a poem by Emily Street*
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