Reality

I smile.

A quick glance behind me broadens my grin;

I chuckle quietly to myself.

My dress floats in the wind,

fluttering like a butterfly's wings.

Oh, how I would love to be a butterfly,

free to roam,

my beautiful wings shimmering and shivering,

knowing no stress,

no fear,

no sorrow.

A sharp gust of wind brings me back to reality,

and my grin reappears.

Tilting my face up,

I catch the sunlight,

and feel it refract as it hits my tears.

A drop kisses my cheek and lands on my hand

as I realize that I am still

stuck in the underground cave I have been in for

two months.

And I shudder as I think to myself

that my reality

isn't much of a reality at all.