Crying is not worthy
for an expression of where I stand
complaining would alter zero
begging might speak of vulnerability
prayers will misplace my words

I am the earth spinning
a wheel turning
the goldfish swimming
in perfect rotations of the bowl

I am the bird
with flawless wings
confined to walk the dust

I pursue circular paths
arriving at the beginning
failing to find an end
my face falls to pillows
suppressing the scream

And yet
strength is found on rising
encouraged by ethereal light
of perhaps
or maybe

Another hour
another day
facial adornment
applying the glaze
the flawless art of smiling

The world remains blind
I can never unveil
how I am captured