Glass Ceiling

I just wanted to write something new.

Outstretched fingers stroke the light

that radiates and shines so bright,

but where’s the inspiration when I need it?

I smile and try to reach the stars

in hope that it will hide my scars,

but does the pain and anguish supersede it?

I close my eyes and face my fears

in hope that smiles replace the tears,

are my days just destined to be empty?

I try to hold a memory in

it seems supplies are running thin,

yet feelings of disdain? They are aplenty.

I delve inside and try to find

an image lost within my mind,

why does everything just seem so hollow?

The pain I feel is so obscene

the shot that kills is always clean,

can someone tell me which path I should follow?

I try to leap towards the moon

then wonder if I've jumped too soon,

I’m still not sure exactly what I’m feeling.

My heart and soul are always sore

I doubt that I can take much more,

will I ever break through this glass ceiling?

Author's Note

Just tear it to pieces as usual peeps.

Reviews

[Victoria Everly]

I really enjoyed this. The emotions in the text are felt easily and everything flows nicely. The descriptions add more clarity and make the poem all the better.

"I try to leap towards the moon
then wonder if I've jumped too soon" This really stood out to me. It's a short statement, but has a powerful delivery.

This was a good read and well worth the time. Keep up the good work.

[Daniel Parker]

Thank you, it really means a lot that you took the time to comment on my work.