Someday
I’m stretched too thin
Like cellophane pulled across
A crystal bowl
So tight
A single breath could break me
But it’s all right
There’s more of me
Tucked away in a box
Forgotten and out of sight
I feel almost invisible
Unwanted, unnoticed,
Insignificant
I am a ghost
Drifting from room to room
Waiting for someone to see,
The real me
My efforts are futile
My breath is wasted
I will never be heard
Or so it seems
Someone will find
A use for me, I’m sure
They will need me
Want me
Have to have me
But for now,
I’ll stay in my box
Waiting for a day
Some day…
The day someone will care
To take me out