Plucking flowers and leaves
Think I have everything I’d need
But I softly fade, like the clippings you drop in
Pixies dim when they are sad
But I have no telling light like that
I plead through the opaque glass, but don’t catch your eye
Do you know as you rest on your pillow
Placing my prison jar gently in arms reach
Do you know as your dreams soar through the ceiling
That I’m alone, though you are near, I’m incomplete
Morning comes, I feel the sunrays
I slowly rise: trembling, I pace
I’m losing air, and the boundary seems greater now
Sleepy eyes greet me through the shine
Smile turned frown, I’m borrowed time
Hurriedly you take the lid and cast it to the floor
Do you know that I will never hate you
Gentle thoughts, but far too much, you’ve hurt my tender form
Do you know I’m grateful you’ve released me
I’ll never tell, it might be well too late to “save me” more
A #NaPoWriMo piece inspired by the prompt: “Imagine you are a tiny person, who has been captured and put into a jar for display or science”
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