Burried Treasure

Amazing to be seen.
But still invisible to the world.
caughht up in what seems to be an emotional swirl.
A heart being seen through a shell of crystal glass.
But who is looking?
Who is seeing?
In a whispered answer, no one.
Clear, solidly transparent, and clearly invisible.
Forcing myself to be seen anyways.
A covered piece of crystal glass, lying in the middle of the track, covered by smoke in a path.
I hold with constant hope and belief.
Someday I will be seen.
 Through the smoke and mirrors, hurt, pain, and silence.
Undenyably visible.
I am an exibit, that can be seen from all angles and platforms.
But all I can do is wait.
Angry againgst time, forced to be hesitant.
Invisible until someone is smart or lucky enough to see me.
A treasure hidden in a world of dirt and grit.
I am walked over, it hurts, this I admit.
For this blessing, I will wait for it.
Someone will find a diamond hidden in a pile of thick, hardened mud.
So there I wait.
Not by choice, but bound by force.
Invisible to the world.
Tangled in an emotional swirl.
Hurt because a talent is next toi being missing.
Talent thats become invisible and dismissed.
Forcing myself to be seen anyways.
A brain and heart guarded by a durable sheet of crystal glass.
In the middle of a track, covered by a sheet of smoke, on a dark lonely path.
I plead, after you read this, stop pass.