It feels as if you’re trapped in a glass case,
The display everyone passes by,
People mill around you,
Looking but not quite seeing,
You’re scared to shake the case,
Scared that it could tumble and fall,
Your movements are small and concise,
Face pressed against the glass,
You see what you could be,
You see what you could have,
Seeing others flying free,
The few who attempt to release you,
You feel free around them,
But they will forget you, with time,
And when they do, you’re grabbed by your wind-ruffled wings,
And encased, encaged, again.
Slowly your breath steams the glass,
Slowly no one can see you anymore,
You could always wipe away the steam,
With one of the hands you’ve strapped to your side,
Are you scared of what you’ll see?
Scared of the outside?
Of course you could free yourself from the case,
The case you trapped yourself in,
But the glass is impossibly thick,
You’d have to show great strength to ever break out,
You cry- we see you cry,
But the glass that separates us from you,
We can’t wipe those tears- your so close but so far,
You cry and we can’t even reach you anymore.
