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