Sonnet 46

My window in the night that lets in stars is there for me to open and recall that though I live within a frightened wall, fear, like windows, can be set ajar. Walls are built by men who understand the complex laws of fear and bravery, the intermix of will and slavery, nature's strength in alms or in demand. This ancient wall is built of solid stone; it closes in the soul and blocks the view. A window takes me places never gone, the freedom of the stars in evening hue. A window open to the night and hope gathers stars granting strength to cope.