This Gory Land of Glass

Standing so fragile, threatening to break
such things aren't so uncommon in the land of glass we live on
You feel so ready to pick up the blood blade and shatter yourself upon the ground
You look and search and feel and find, all so lost and alone.
You hold that heart with many a scar decorating the shiny surface
smudged and cracked, you're lost at the thought of mending

My dear, I fear you crossed out the idea
that poor marked thing could mend.
But please, do not make such a mistake
though the rest of this barren land has.
The sun will rise and you hold the power to forget and start a new day.

Author's Note

If only people could really see...

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Acknowledging that one can heal is surely the most important first step in a road to any type of recovery. I would have to agree that many people aren't aware that the pieces of themselves they feel are broken can heal, as long as their desire to do so is engaged. I really liked how your poem gave a clear message with the hope to shine clarity on others that may be going through troubling times of recovery.

Wonderful Ink!
Aaron

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

Glass is an easy thing to break, like our hearts. We don't have choice when it breaks and even if we fix it it's no longer the same as it used to be. All we can do is hope for the best and maybe one day the glass will be repaired enough to withstand something else. Instead of falling apart with a crappy repair.
And don't forget, once something is broke it may never be the same, but it can be repaired.

-Marie Riorden-

[Me]

Excellent poem

[Xanthous Crow]

Every day is a new one. It's up to people to make of that what they will. This is a lovely poem with superb imagery! Do we live in a glass? On a windowpane? Or in a glass cage?

[a donkey, briefly]

having cracked my head on a car windshield I can relate to this poem on many levels, and however figurative or literally you were trying to be, I get "the power to forget"; because forgetting can be a double edged sword...harmful when it merely happens to you, for a variety of reasons...an ironic suggestion, juxtaposed as a brilliant ending

this is brilliant, from start to finish

"You hold that heart with many a scar decorating the shiny surface
smudged and cracked, you're lost at the thought of mending

My dear, I fear you crossed out the idea
that poor marked thing could mend."

these four lines in the middle, brilliant..it's an intimate conversation with yourself or the reader, or even someone unknown to the reader...it works in any situation in the right light

brilliant..thank you for sharing

[Larry Dyson]

well stated premise and follow thru on establishing that point...there si hope..good one.