A Glass Prison

It's like looking at her from a distance. I can see her, look at her, maybe smile at her, but never talk to her. I may send a message through a sign, and that's it. Never a word spoken, never a thought shared. Viewed from every side, this is my fate it seems. I see her with all glory and grace; I witness her joyful moments; but I never hear her voice. Is it just me or there's an unseen barrier between me and her. I am this close yet I'm so far. I'd like to approach her, know her, maybe move a little closer, until I get pushed back by the prison walls.

Somehow I need to see the glass shatter; I need to see it break.