Glass

Please don’t judge me
Not by who I am
You judge me most
By the pieces of glass
shoved in my hand
You look through them
Clear
And straight on through
To the person beneath
Who you thought you knew.
Was there ever life
Plusing through these veins?
life as strong as now
Struggles to be contained
Which holds back
For fear of the new
But is thrilled and awed
At what we thought we once knew.
It’s never so simple
As a piece of glass
blown in my hand
Take a look and see
You’ll look and see
And try to understand.

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