Shards Of Broken Glass

April 5, 2009
By Patty Hamilton BRONZE, Bellevue, Washington
Patty Hamilton BRONZE, Bellevue, Washington
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the glass heart
held tightly in my own fist
shards cutting into my skin
pain shooting through my arm
i curl up into my Daddy’s lap
and he comforts me
soothing words the balm for the pain
his fingers massaging my hand
my tears stop
and I see
completely healed
but turned to scars
the splinters pieced back together
a perfect heart
but rips in the glass
A Reminder
of what happened

The author's comments:
I wrote this as an allegory of the love relationship between God and any human. I loved the idea of showing that he pieced together the heary that was battered and bruised.

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This article has 2 comments.

glowjoe said...
on Apr. 19 2009 at 10:04 pm
I can feel this in my own arm, er. hand..?

Chelsea222 said...
on Apr. 18 2009 at 2:51 pm
Chelsea222, Aurora, Colorado
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good job! everything flowed together nicely! =)


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