Doubt surfaces upon the ocean of my mind.
Can I do this?
Can I shatter the glass wall surrounding the real me?
For years I have hidden within this glass house.
On one side everything seems fine,
on the inside I am screaming.
My real self aching to be free.
This is why I never make a connection.
I can only go so far
before collapsing against these walls
that keep me from my dreams.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
