Glass Box
by Michelle Goodale

To be trapped in a glass box
No room to escape
No one can hear the cries
Inside the sound stays
Inside it never leaves
To be heard would be great
But the glass keeps it in
It’s hard to get out
It’s hard to let it be heard
The hurts so deep
Scared of everything
The glass box holds tight
The space grows smaller
To get out would be great
But how is the catch
Freedoms whats wanted
From pain and hurt
But what will it get
Is yet undetermined
Trapped in it’s world
Of quiet unkempt peace
The glass of withheld emotions
Stays tightly sealed
Written 5-28-94

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