I see the shadows -
Shadows made of strong glass,
Like walls they stand but
With no doors, no windows.

I feel like a lab subject,
In pain and hungry -
Hungry for freedom
From the glass shadows.

I know the shadows -
They are the daemons
Of the trauma and guilt,
From the past.

I cry for help,
From the experimentalist -
God or God's child
Whoever it may be.

I find a small hammer -
To hit the glass shadows
And develop a crack,
To break free, One day.
© XplorR