I wish

I wish you could see how small my life has become, 

how bounded, how constrained. 

I wish you could see how limited my view is,
in this small house, through this ugly window. 

I wish you could see how I have been reduced,
segmented, chipped and whittled away.

I wish you could see what I can't see anymore ---
the spacious possibility of my vision,
torn down into a mountain of rubble. 

I wish you could see how foolish I have been
to believe that it could be better,
that my actions would result in something bigger. 

I wish you could see I did it for me, yes,
because I needed it, but also
for you, because you did too.