Transparent and not white,
Not, won't give up without a fight.
Fragile yet broken and now ahead
I cannot see.
I am that bird in the cage,
waiting to be set free.
These wounds would explain a little,
maybe more about me.
Frozen a million dime and feelings
with little heart now to spare.
I am now beginning to think
how my life got so beyond repair.
If so many out there are expressing,
counting, making, creating,winning,
breaking, shaking, waking.
Then today, why I am just an
expression of blank?