Chicken Trolls

upon being awakened by the sound of a fly buzzing,
trapped, I could only suppose, behind the blinds
I began to wonder

it didn’t sound frightened or scared,
just the persistent buzzing
much like a bee as it goes about its business
humming, happily oblivious
or not, I guess,
to all that is happening around it

and I wondered how many times
I mistake the words coming from a person
sitting right next to me
as meaning she is okay–
hearing what she says but not really listening

and realizing

she too is trapped behind the blinds
or the masks
or the circumstances that have her feeling afraid,
lost,
with nowhere to turn

such that she just continues to buzz
hoping that someone will hear
and understand her cries for help

and set her free