Glass Walls

A Poem by DaniiJ

A short ... I guess you could call it a poem or prose

Small red rubies drop steadily onto the floor
colliding softly with her tears.
Her pain bonces off the walls and magnifies
They all stare
        They all shout
                They're all angry...

She no longer wants to see them,
no longer wants to hear them
but it has been an eternity that she's been here,
trapped and suffocating in this glass box they have built for her.

It has been a long time,
A long time with nothing to do but
to listen. To see. To obey.
She can see them clearly now
       They all stare and whisper
               They laugh
                       They point

She wonders how long she can keep going
Knowing she longer has the strength
She knows sooner or later she will have to find it,
Smash. Shatter. The glass walls of their expectations
She knows her flame is burning low.

Maybe it might have been better if she never glowed
Maybe it was better when she was invisible
Maybe things would be better if she had broken free,
cut herself loose whilst he was still unsure of his strength,
whilst she could still turn things around

All of that takes strength though
Strength
     She No
         Longer
               Has...