As I look through clear walls,
I’m taunted by the world outside.
A small bubble burst of energy
Forced back in its bottle,
I ask myself “who took my magic wand?
Where’s the guilty soul
That so carelessly stuffed me
Back into this plastic prison?

I look down at my own hands
And recognize the grungy fingers.
Did I bring about my own demise?
All this time assuming it was
Thanks to him, her, the other guy…
Not once stopping to think
Maybe this whole time
It was only myself holding me back.

A stark page looks up at me,
Waiting for my essence to erupt
Upon the paper like blood.
My blood, my sorrow, my tears…
But I can’t seem to think.
My hands reach out and blindly grasp,
Trying to create the perfect words;
Trying to reveal my darkest self.  

And finally, a meteor hits!
Deep in my mind, a flower blossoms
And kindly tells me “Welcome to the spring!”
My eyes are wide with the epiphany
That I might deserve to be heard
And to shout and to scream!
Because this is my story,
And it can only be told by me.