Bubble

Tiny fragile bubbles caught in the travel to desperately escape. Muffled  by thick blocks of frozen glass. Begging one to burst open availability to fresh gasps of freedom. One of thousands of air pockets trapped in the cubes. Cubes among hundreds of others. Water drowning the cube's clarity. Imperfections concealed. Yet, they're still there, regardless of visibility.  Strangling from continual hidden torture. Abuse suffered to a silent significance. Too hesitant to run. Wondering what's stopping the escape. Hope? But hope of what? A known disappointment? A predictable future being held above the surface of oxygen. Unable to breathe, unable to float above the meniscus. Defeat. Frozen in time. Longing for a breakthrough, but surrounded by un-thawing pain. A tiny fragile bubble, within a cube of ice, within a glass of water. Overlooked so many times, because honestly, why should anyone bother?