Illusion

Illusion

Serafina Piasentin

Glass as thick as a tear,

Trickling silently down my face.

The extent of what I can hear,

From the outside is erased.

Thoughts sprout like weeds,

Branches ensnaring my tongue.

Negativity grants no leads,

As to where or when they'd be hung.

Birds soar above me,

Trapped in a lie.

A world that is our fake reality,

A world where birds can't fly too high.

This made-up place, where wrong is right,

Direction is not needed.

Everyone remains in the same spot of light,

Where change and ideas are not heeded.

But where there's a will, there's a way,

Where there's a dream, there's a dance.

And dance I did, right to a new day,

I was presented with a single chance.

Glass shards fell and scattered,

I untied the knots and freed my wings.

I could finally glimpse what mattered,

And it wasn't society's objects and things.