The Glass

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by MoAnamCara, Oct 4, 2012.

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  1. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    The Glass

    It was always
    A particular choice
    Of glass

    One that was held
    As consumption increased

    It was brought to bed
    Just in case
    The contents disappeared

    It was in the kitchen
    Standing alone
    In the mornings

    What it represented
    Was hated
    By this child

    The glass
    That no one acknowledged
    Killed innocence

    The sadness
    And the fear
    Showed themselves slowly

    The glass
    Is one
    I can finally shatter

    So why
    Am I searching for comfort
    In a similar vessel?
  2. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    I love the reminds me of a plate I had as a baby (Mary Had A Little Lamb) which my mother threw away because it was too much for her to move...another perfect symbolism
  3. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Wow, I am sorry.
  4. BornFree

    BornFree Well-Known Member

    Tears... So so sad for your childhood & mine as someone who knows hatered & sorrow at the loss & void & destruction that glass leaves... Please be kind to yourself and please keep safe your life and you are way too valued even tho I know its hard to feel it. Please lean on your friends here. I am so sorry if I worried you... Its my turn Am worried about you missy. Hugs
  5. IV2010

    IV2010 Well-Known Member

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