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Broken Glass
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Unpublished pieces
Solitude is a single gust of wind
which crashes rudely against
the glass
which is lying broken on the ground.
I broke the window some time ago
Smashed the glass with the fury of my hands
in rebellion
against the concept of being buried in a box
which was made of promises and hope
that the tongues of lies would be
erased
forgiven and forgotten
The sun picked out the shards of glass
and made them shine like
pockets of diamonds left naked
on the ground
Reflections of permission slips
for field trips
anticipated but not
in fact taken.
A butterfly lay dying
its wings ripped and torn
by the pain it felt
Crippled and unable to fly ever again
it hopelessly flapped its antennae
trying to locate its source of healing
It was not aware that the glass
which has attacked it
had been caused by my hands
I watched it suffer
felt pity
and smashed it to death
under my foot
broken glass
Everyone has some broken glass in their lives. This is an interesting poem to say the least.
but I can feel your flusteration. You are an excellent writer...heather
Cauterizing regret, I wish it
Cauterizing regret, I wish it were as easy for me, my friend. peace.