A Cage Made of Glass

I'm running out of ways
   to tell you I'm fine.

Without tipping my hand 
   and spilling my lies.

Lips forced up
   by the cracked reflection
   in a smashed mirror.

Your apology is genuine - 
   I see it in the wrinkles
   under your eyes -
   but I still feel shattered inside.

A glass top spinning,
   propelled by pain
   that burrows into
   my slow-beating chest.

- 

Soon I'll run out
   Of sharp corners
   In my mind.

When you find out,
   will you turn away
   as the mirror fogs?

When I found out,
   I ran straight
   into your embrace - 
   a cold, sweet, traitorous cage.

A cage made of glass,
   unlocked and open,
   taunting me to flee.

You've trapped my twice,
   because I"m not fine - 
   and that is no lie.

********************************************************************************

About the author:
Michael Barry, a native of Sweetwater County, is an aspiring author who enjoys writing both fiction and poetry. While working on his debut novel, he explores more grounded themes through his short stories and poems.