Hey there, Everyone... it's been a while.
Like, a really long while. Sorry for that. It's...well, it's been a tough year. I hope to be on here more regular, though. I've got a long-ish post in the works. For now, though, I thought I'd share a little piece with you that I wrote last night. It's just a short poem, and honestly- I barely edited it. It's rough, it's real, it's raw. I hope it resonates with someone.
Drop a comment and let me know what you think. :)
Like, a really long while. Sorry for that. It's...well, it's been a tough year. I hope to be on here more regular, though. I've got a long-ish post in the works. For now, though, I thought I'd share a little piece with you that I wrote last night. It's just a short poem, and honestly- I barely edited it. It's rough, it's real, it's raw. I hope it resonates with someone.
Drop a comment and let me know what you think. :)
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Glass
Just
broken glass, in a broken frame.
Just
another face, without a name.
Just
another window, a single pane.
Just
broken glass, in a broken frame.
Filled
with hope, eyes once bright.
Lost
in color, an array of light.
Ne’r
a dreary cloud in sight.
Filled
with hope, her eyes once bright.
A
smile big, a laugh to match.
That
simple sound, enough to catch.
It
bubbled free, without a latch.
Her
smile big and laugh to match.
A
future road, no goal too grand.
No
detail ever left unplanned.
Outstretched
arm and open hand.
A
future road, no goal too grand.
One
halting crash, robbing blind.
Now
she’s left reeling, in full rewind.
The
list is gone, no dream in mind.
She’s
retreated inward, barred the door.
Her
smile left, her laugh no more.
Now
scattered pieces line the floor.
Just
broken glass, in a broken frame.
Just
another face, without a name.
Just
another window, a single pane.
Just
broken glass, in a broken frame.
She
sees herself in that broken glass.
Just
shattered shards of what’s now past.
Tear
streaks burn, like melting brass.
She
sees herself in that broken glass.
She
bites her lip, and steels her gaze.
She
must move onward, through the haze.
Without
a dream, this life’s a maze.
Still
she bites her lip, and steels her gaze.
Turning
round, she refutes a sob.
Her
heart was ripped, her dreams robbed.
She
must step out, despite inward mob.
Yet...
has she the strength to turn the knob?
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