Isolate

Lately I've felt trapped,

Stuck underneath the surface.

My lungs fit to burst as

I accept the fact

that I'm drowning...

sinking...

climbing...

only to a glass ceiling.

Through it, I see others.

Millions submerged,

lost in cases of their own

They all claw at the screen.

Some hide behind it.

Some have befriended it.

Some pretend it isn't there.

Some it always has been.

Under the facade more fragile

than this glass cage,

they're all drowning.

All waiting for the day

that the glass lifts

and the water drains.

The day we touch land.

The day...

we breathe fresh air again.

photo by Cameron Sykes.