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I am made of glass.
Transparent,
Noticeable only when unclean.
Everything I am is brittle,
Brittle bones,
Brittle feelings,
Brittle soul.
Breathe on me and I may crack,
Touch me and I may fracture.
My existence is precarious.
Still,
What I would give
For any human contact.
Broken,
My sharp edges undeniable,
Unable to be ignored,
Your scars a constant reminder
Of my fragile existence.
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About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
Comments (8)
I enjoyed your poem! Thank you! Cool 😎
This is beautiful!
Ahhhh, this is incredible!! The whole premise and the way you carried it out!! I was instantly captivated and it pulled on my heartstrings so much! The metaphor fit with the sorrow so perfectly. 'Breathe on me and I may crack, Touch me and I may fracture. My existence is precarious.' This was so heartwrenching but so well written and powerful. And that ending, gosh you did this so inexplicably well!
Nice job.
Beautiful poem… ‘ I am made of glass. Transparent, Noticeable only when unclean.“ So true.
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your poem!
magnificent
Absolutely fabulous!! The descriptions are so fitting. ❤️❤️