The Finish Line

From deep within 
These walls I can hear 
You calling out to me. 
While starring out my window 
I can see you trying, 
But I'm at odds. 
Why are you trying? 
You seem to see right through 
My concrete veil. 
But do you 
Really see me; 
Do you really know me? 
I'm not looking for something fine; 
I'm waiting for something real. 
Can you truly walk the line; 
Could you truly make it passed my hell? 
I am waiting, 
I am waiting 
To see you cross the finish line. 

5-31-13
Christina Michelle