All I can see is the red beneath my eyelids
Harsh rays still shining through like it demands attention
The spot light of affection

I feel the gritty path under my bare feet
My trail of heartstrings pulled too tightly
And hopes taken too lightly

Composed of the barely contained
Shall I lock my thoughts in a cage?
Because I cannot control this rage

I wish I was a sculpture
Shaped to artist’s perfection
Maybe then I could face my reflection