houdini

In a room with no doors or windowsI find a glass floor, like a slipper from a fairytale, beneath me.

There is hope, swimming in the possibilities of all there is to come;
It’s a hammer in my hands, begging me to help me break free.

I find solitude in knowing that I'm not alone in keeping this secret,
as I can assure you I'm not the first or last.

I've thrown my hair down at you for rescue—
why have you brushed me away?
Like a gnat or pesky mosquito I am useless in your eyes,
Blowing every balloon jumbo size when there's no party.

Maybe it's time I gave up this fight and surrendered myself to myself,
forcing everyone to believe in illusions.
It's not what you see; it's what you want to see that makes it real.

I have become the great Houdini; straight jacket, lock, and key.