A room.

Things melissa would say:

I am locked in a room,

the walls are black.

It's a small place,

confined and tiny.

The walls seem weird.

I can see the world,

but it fails to see me.

I can hear the world,

but the worlds fails

to hear me.

I look at people 

deciding what to do about 

me and the room,

I'm locked in.

They decide amongst themselves,

they don't ask me.

So I try to keep 

a point about myself.

They shush me 
and clip my wings.

Ironically, my name

 means fairy.

I beg her,

the divine feminine,

to strike me out of pain

for once and all.

I beg her to let 

me free.
I give her reasons

to call me to heaven

As the earth fails to acknowledge me.

But she doesn't answer me

It is as if she too likes to 

leave me on 'seen' 

as many of my friends do

It's sad, because the place feels darker

without her protection 

My prayers feel futile.

They have come here

to give a judgement now

I stand weak in front 

of their might.

I am wounded 

by them again.

forced to be in

my dark place again.

for once I wish

someone could 

see through 

the walls, I built.