Glass Boundries

A peom about a girl who is trapped, This poem could mean a lot of things and it is what ever you feel it should be.

 

Trapped inside a box of glass,

Pushing hard against a slab,

A wall placed by human action,

And inaction,

Watching shadows move speedlessly by,

Most not sparring a glance,

For the girl in the glass box,

Some stop,

Pausing for a moment,

To see if they could free the girl,

Leaving only handprints on the faded panes of the clear scrubbed glass,

Handprints etched forever in the memory of the girl’s fragile mind,

Fading from the glass,

From sight in seconds,

A light,

Closing in around the box,

The sounds of cracking glass and freedom,

From the walls of immaculate gloss,

A smile spread across her face,

A slab of broken glass,

Through her torn and tattered sundress,

Through the clammy flesh,

Through her soul,

To break her heart,

Death,

With a smile on her lips,

Lights fade,

Shadows fall away,

A red velvet warmth rolls down her,

Falling,

Like the shards of her broken prison,

Dying among the rubble of her life,

Trapped,

Dead.

Author's Note

I would be interested to know how others have interpreted this poem.

Reviews

[Lyrical Love]

Wow!
The metaphors are endless...
This could be a horribly abused person as a child, wife, or SO.
I have been in a relationship that made me feel boxed in glass
with unheard echos for help.
I can also see someone that is deeply depressed with a
view of life for as being better off not in it.
Excellent write!!!!

[demannu]

I saw this as a dramatic, almost theatrical, assessment of life. The cold, blue ignorance of childhood breaking way to curiosity, represented by those who stop and glance at her, and then the slow decline into the "red velvet warmth" of knowledge and the truth. Beautiful no matter how one would interpret this. Wonderful, haunting imagery.

[Wildecat]

I also interpet this as death, very nice writing.

[sarahkatherine]

Death with a smile on her lips.
I LOVE THAT.
Oh my goodness Monike, this is so good.