Bleeding Glass

Bleeding Glass

 

Boy, I know you’ve been hurt before

I see the darkness in your eyes

I see the rare flicker of emotions

Of hurt

When thoughts come across

 

I know

What’s been done is done

And you can’t change it

Neither can I

But what’s the point

If we don’t try?

 

You were so alone

Picking yourself up

Finding pieces of your heart

Under the rubble

The glass pieces

Scattered all over the sidewalk

All over the streets

Cars running them over

Not taking notice

 

I wasn’t there

But I’ve been there

Alone before

Just like you

It took me time

To pick up those glass pieces

My fingers are scarred

From all the effort

 

I still remember the stinging

From those cuts

From those scrapes

 

You were alone

You were so alone

And you were so lost

But I found you

 

The concrete wasn’t made for you

To lay in

To fall on

The concrete wasn’t made for me

Either

 

I see the pain in your eyes

I can make it go away

I can ease it

Just let me

 

Let me before you scar

Just like I did

Author's Note

Dedicated to a friend of mine :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A hopeful poem. Good to give strength to someone who is sad and heartbroken. I like the good description leading the reader to the strong ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Heather]

amazing job :)

[Jibey]

Many of your poems explore the ups and downs of relationships that hurt in some way... The images of broken glass and concrete did the job well and the offer of easement comes as a warm gesture at the end... I guess the friend must have been pleased

[khalid]

we hurt and we get hurt, continuous hurting life..
i like the friendly sincere feelings you have shown in this nice poem

[Steven Cash]

Wow, wonderful. Inspired me

[Ees]

Interesting take. It was unexpected when I looked down to read the first few lines.
The forth line of the first stanza sat a little bit awkward, almost like it wasn't needed, or would have fit better somewhere else, but that is very easily, just me.

My favorite lines:
"Picking yourself up
Finding pieces of your heart
Under the rubble
The glass pieces
Scattered all over the sidewalk"-
just awesome in that part!!!


Nicely done! This reads just a tiny bit like natural maternal instinct- something that I really enjoyed about this- womanly instinct I should say, because it feels womanly and that doesn't necarsarily have anything to do with bearing children. I hope I have not offended you with that statement, as I don't know your stance on women, but to me, this poem was very womanly...
haha

fantastic job

[Destinyxi]

No that doesn't offend me at all. I like being a woman :P

thanks for your review

[Ees]

haha no problem...
And sometimes you don't know. What I wrote would have offended my best friend.... haha, glad you like being a woman, I do too!

[Baby Ricochet]

I Love the title and the glass/ cutting/scar metaphors. Great job.

[Relic's Bare Trees]

This is a nice dedication to your friend. Sometimes we need to have other people around us to help us pick up those pieces when we nee them the most. Your suggestion shows one of caring and courage. Well done.

[gombeggar]

good exposition, er expression...never forget things though for all happenings make u whole, just don't dwell on them either...learn instead to face another day stronger