The Opal Inside

Life strikes me dead I feel invisible Unnoticed A clear piece of plastic There, but not Inside my shadows My invisibility Hides an opal Beautiful Rare Colors of different hues Dance and twinkle Shining bright Resembling a sunset One no one dares to turn away from Creating beauty Flaunting it Instead I bury the opal Deep inside black soil It’s covered in mud Turning un-visible Hidden From everyone Even myself I’m buried Trapped No breath escapes me My body tenses Shakes I’m the Opal Buried beneath black heavy soil I try to reach out And pull away the soil But it continuously Piles on A crunch and clang of earth and metal Reaches my ears Continuing again Again _ Again A beat for a rhythm An almost song A shovel? Sunlight burns my eyes As mounds of soil Turn invisible Casted aside A smile All that I can make out It’s all I need I smile Wide and full My opal Free from life’s grave I shimmer As my true colors dance with me My gravestone crumbles My bountiful colors Turn the stone to powder Harmless As new breath Free breath Escapes from my lungs