Broken Glass of a Broken Reflection

I try not to stare into the rear view mirror of my past, but I just keep looking at this broken glass. The glass is broken into a million pieces and I can’t even fathom how to even attempt to put the pieces back together. I replay the scene of the glass breaking and see pieces ricocheting off the walls just bouncing from place to place. The glass feels like a cotton ball despite its sharp and ridged edges as it grazes my skin exposing my internal waters. My waters soon make a river that I will soon drown in because it’s hard for me to keep afloat. No matter how I try to swim or paddle I always keep sinking deeper and deeper each time I get closer to the surface the currents pull me further down. The salt of the ocean is stinging my already exposed flesh as if I were to set my body into a blaze. Maybe I should drink it because maybe then internally I will be cleansed and rid of this evil that lives inside me. Like bleach just cleanse me of all my wrongs and dirt that I just can’t seem to shake off no matter how hard I scrub. The left over pieces of glass I swallow whole as I wash it down in the same waters. Now every time I try to speak the glass cuts deeper into my throat, tearing away at whatever I had left of a voice. So, now I just no longer speak because it hurts too much to express how I feel; speaking and the high chance nobody will see the blood pouring from my mouth due to the internal destruction is something I can’t bare. I feel like I’m in a glass display window. People walk right pass me but yet never stopped to look. I press my hands and face in hopes that any individual would act silly look back and see that I was behind the glass. This maybe one glass window that I’m unable to break. Every time I try to break it there’s not even a dent to show the progress I have made. As I look out I coke to realize that maybe instead of breaking the glass, but to break myself. Maybe then if I was in a million pieces I would be seen. Instead of feeling whole and as one, the conclusion is to shatter myself into a million pieces. Maybe just then everyone will have a piece of me. 

Reviews

[roniO]

Wow, that's deep. I'm not sure my analytical mind could even process all the symbolism. I usually write books about adolescent adventures (fiction). So, I'm afraid my poetry is quite simple. But I do enjoy writing it. Thanks for sharing. My daughter writes profound poetry too. I guess she got the gift from me, but hers is a much higher elevation than mine.

[NelliKong]

Thank you. I appreciate the comment it means a lot.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Great write very deep
Well done !

[NelliKong]

Thank you I appreciate the comment

[Coyote Poetry]

To be seen? I don't know Nelli Kong. I am more like Salinger. I like the quiet life. When we fall into a million pieces. Who will pick-up? Nice flow of thoughts. You made the reader ponder and think. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[NelliKong]

thank you I appreciate the feedback its encouraging and thoughtful

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome Nelli Kong.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I will be first to admit that prose poetry is not my favorite type but I acknowledge that it has a place and some words simply call for that treatment. This seems the case here. I like the depth to which you have gone to express these feeling. The feelings came through in the word. That is success. I am curious is you have written any other forms.

Winston

[NelliKong]

thank you I appreciate the feedback Winston. Im in the process of writing other pieces that are outside my comfort zone