Glass Wall
I’m trapped behind a wall of glass.
I see what’s beyond, but can’t reach it.
I struggle in my lonesome shell
And suffer in the noisy silence.
I strive to become what makes them different.
I yearn for a life outside of my own traps.
I ache to be reborn into someone else.
But at the same time, death seems so appealing.
Copyright © Gwen Dixon | Year Posted 2010
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