A mind made of glass, clear as can be,
Thoughts like diamonds for all to see.
The world is sharp, a dangerous place,
Each breath taken with utmost grace.
The mind must balance, must not crack,
For one wrong step could lead to attack.
The thoughts inside, so bright and pure,
Must stay unbroken, must endure.
The glass mind sees the world in full,
Colors vibrant, emotions in pull.
But it also sees the dangers ahead,
The cracks and fractures, the pain and dread.
A mind made of glass is a fragile thing,
A beauty to behold, but hard to sing.
It needs protection, care, and love,
To keep shining bright, like the stars above.
So if you see a glass mind passing by,
Take care, be gentle, and never lie.
For every word and action has weight,
And can shatter the mind, its fragile state.
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the story of glass
Poetrya collection of poems about people family's and worlds that feel like glass
