A glass child with a fragile heart,
Wishing to be like the rest,
Tired of the cracks and the breaks,
That set her apart from the best.
Her soul aches to belong,
To be sturdy and unbreakable,
To play hard and run strong,
And not be seen as incapable.
She wants to flow with the crowd,
Not stand out like an oddity,
To feel her spirit unwound,
To find her place in the community.
But society cannot see her worth,
They only see her as breakable,
A delicate thing on this earth,
Vulnerable and incapable.
The glass child feels alone,
Wishing she could be seen as normal,
Instead of always being prone,
To the cracks and the breaks that deform her.
In spite of it all, she's resilient,
And has a strength not seen in others,
She's a glass child, but brilliant,
With a soul as pure as crystal waters.
So let her be, fragile yet unbroken,
A unique beauty that shines on its own,
For though she may be glass, soft-spoken,
She has strength that's just as strong.
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the story of glass
Poesiaa collection of poems about people family's and worlds that feel like glass
