Imprisoned

Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened room as I kneel,
always fearful, always silent,
frozen here,
waiting.

Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
reaving my shamed outstretched arms.

A reflection on a mirror's face.

I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring reality.