In the Broken Glass

a piece I forgot about. I found it again in a blog on my Myspace page in the older archives where I used to post poetry.

Shifting weight to a foot that can support,

I can't lose balance now,

I've come much to far.

I'll never ask for help,

my pride is my shelter.

A house built out of straw,

and windows made of mirrors.

I see myself like no one else,

a different person everyday.

A person who lives to do,

always what he believes.

So don't blow down my house of straw,

don't let the mirrors crack,

cause that is how I"ll see myself, 

in the broken glass

Reviews

[Jillian]

the format style is great, it really helps you connect to the emotion. You are able to use words like no one else I know. not only do i hear it but i see it and feel it.

[GetTheHellOut]

A wonderful piece of work. Thanks for sharing.

[The Lady Anasteja]

"and windows made of mirrors" - can't see past yourself? if it were that line alone i'd say how vain. given the rest of the poem i'll say if the windows were to crack, then you'd see outside the box. see that you are more than a house of straw. you are a sculptor in a world without vision.

[~crazy Beautiful~]

I love this
"cause that is how I"ll see myself,

in the broken glass"

Exquisite detail
Love it
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[justjenn_2u]

Standing on one leg, too proud to ask for help. Pride getting weaker where you have to look at yourself all of the time. The ending still has me thinking. A challenging and intriguing poem.