I’ve been raised to climb into mason jars
Folks poking holes in my tinted steel sky
Thinking their lessons will
Help me breathe easier.
Some find me suffocating in
Self-made crystal prisons
They lift me above their head
Dashing this transparent oppression at their feet
Impaling me with my own mistakes
Grip the body of this perceived silence
Use the other to hold the barrier to the solution.
Use your force to carefully ease them away from each other
Mindful of the contents sealed between
It may take time, make sure you are twisting the right way
You will notice soon as it will either get easier
Or a lot harder
Don’t be embarrassed if you realize you started in the wrong direction.
Understand that I have only breathed half-breaths
your oxygen may be offensive to me at first
My lungs will shudder, expand, louder
I will miss silences that you may have never known
and exhale pale echoes of things that only exist on the other side of the glass
Which vibrations will resonate within your frame of frequency?
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