Broken Glass

This may be triggering for certain viewers, So please read with caution!

Sometimes it takes a while for me to open up 

And trust someone, 

But when I do, 

It's magical, 

And most people don't know 

Anyone as endearing and delicate as me. 

You must always be careful with me, 

For I break easily, 

but I do not heal as easily.

I am a glass jar,

You see me, 

My life, 

My scars.

And many think I am beautiful.

But if you drop me, 

I will break,

Break into a million pieces, 

And once I am broken,

You cannot fix me.

Not without glue,

And not without me wanting you to,

Nor my trust.

Because once you break me,

You have broken my trust,

My heart, 

And my happiness.

But,

You cannot break something, 

That is already broken, 

You just promise to make it better,

And then you make it worse. 

Breaking the pieces even smaller,

Smaller beyond repair.

I am broken beyond repair.

And you cannot fix me.

So just leave me alone.

Please.

Because one day, I will use the broken Glass,

To break apart my body,

Piece by piece,

Limb by limb,

Until there is nothing left of me.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

wow! this is very powerful….the glass comes to life.. a great metaphor…. the glass as the human is broken down, piece by piece… tormented little by little, yet enough to create extreme damage…and the pieces of glass like the pieces of the core can no loner be restored…..” limb by limb, until there is nothing left of me”……irreparable harm….
thank you for sharing
Warmly, B

[Ashe]

You're welcome! Thank you for commenting and reviewing my poem!

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure 😊
Warmly
B