Escape Poem

I am stuck in here.
There is a small window that teases possibility.
I hate the window, and it must hate me.

I am stuck in here.
The window grew larger last night.
The damn pretentious window.

I am stuck in here.
Sunbeams pierce through the window, stabbing my eyes.
I’m content with going blind.

I am stuck in here.
I covered the window with a black blanket.
Maybe it will shut up.

I am stuck in here.
It’s dark.

I am stuck in here.
The window attempts to blow away the black blanket with pursed lips.
I left the window cracked open, apparently.

I am stuck in here.
The blanket is in the floor now.
The window smirks victoriously.

I am stuck in here.
The window now reaches from ceiling to floor.
How?

I am stuck here.
It appears calm and green beyond the glass.
The window flaunts and taunts.

I am stuck here.
The window is a door now.
And it is wide open.

I am stuck here.
Wait…

I am stuck here.
A fragrant breeze caresses my cheek.
I stop. I…like this.

I am stuck here.
My foot lifts and moves forward.
My body follows.

I am stuck here.
I open my eyes.
Where did the walls go?

I am stuck here.
I think.
I cannot think.

I am stuck here.
I can wiggle my toes.
I feel the grass.

I am…
not stuck.