I'm Not Flesh And Blood, But Shattered Glass

March 22, 2012
By Anonymous

I've been shaped
Colored clear
See through and fragile

I've been broken
And then glued back together
More times than I can count

With cracks through me
And chips across my surface
Jagged edges
Cutting the tips of fingers
That stretch to feel
The unearthly shine
That sparkles in the light

The smooth plains
That remain are few and frail
Yet you hold me in your hand
Cradled into the warmth about you
Gentle touch is all I ask
For glass breaks easy
Made of glass as I am
And held together by the weakest of glues



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