Tag: Glass

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My Walls

The walls surround me while I lay in wake. Often confining and shrinking in, crushing me. At the same time, I watch them close in and remain frozen in this room, too afraid to escape. The walls concave, trapping me; I’m separated from everyone on the outside.

These walls trap me away from you. You stand outside my glass box, watching me, with your hand to the glass. Letting me know you’re there. And every time I manage to find my way to you, the walls stop closing in. You’ve always helped push those walls away. You’ve always helped me find my way and escape that room, even giving me the strength at times to leave by myself.

Even today, those walls are still there, and sometimes I trap myself in that same room, but now there is a difference. I know I can leave. And I can do it on my own.

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Shattered Glass

Shards of glass line the floor; broken are the fragmented pieces of someone’s spirit. Each shard unique in shape. Some rectangular while others form prisms, prisms that refract the most elegant of sun rays the most delicate of souls. Souls once lost in the forest gasping for air, shrieking for help.

The house allowed them to lay resting in the very spot they shattered for years out of fear that moving them too quickly could cause further damage. So there they sat while passers-by questioned and pressed. Until one day, it was time for the pieces to become something new somehow. The shattered glass could no longer be a window, but the possibilities endless as to its new use. So the glass was picked up piece by piece and glued on a wall.

The shards of glass that once lined the floor now individually glued together to form an exquisite art piece in the kitchen. The piece depicts a familiar face. The face of a lost girl who once screamed in the woods for guidance. A face once composed of broken parts and a million shattered pieces, now something whole. Passers-by often question, who the girl is that hangs on that wall? And I tell them why that girl is me.