Broken Glass

 

I live in a house with a broken window
that little broken window is my escape.
All I have to do is push and my future awaits me.
But I'm scared. I'm scared of what is out there, and what my future holds for me.
I decide to push and my future comes rushing in on me, it hits me like a freight train.
I live in the now and I love my future, and when I look back on all those days that I should have been living it up I realize that I could've had everthing if I had just pushed earlier.
I walk down the street looking for others looking out their broken windows.
When I find them I reach my hands up and encourage them to just push, and to see what lays before them in this wonderful life.

 

Reviews

[fireblossom]

I read some of your other poetry and it didn't touch me like this one. With this poem you stand under a star and describe the landscape. You don't seem to be working hard to convey something. You also speak of a universal theme.

It is good to be young and to explore the places in the young heart and mind, however great poetry makes it difficult to know the sex or age of the author. This piece is moving you in the direction of seriously good poetry. Keep up the good work.

[Silvario]

i really enjoyed this piece. very well penned and i love the messege here. the author provides a great deal of insight into the common fear of what may lie ahead for us.

very well done indeed :)

[Alicia™]

Cool. I like it.