the story of glass

feeling of glass

I feel like glass, so fragile and thin,

Transparent and brittle, beneath my skin.

Every breath I take, every move I make,

Could shatter me to pieces, with each step I take.

I long to be strong, resilient and tough,

To withstand the storms, and never give up.

But alas, I'm just glass, delicate and weak,

Easily broken, with every word I speak.

I try to hide, in a world full of force,

But my fragility shows, with every remorse.

I wish to be steel, so strong and so bright,

But I'm just glass, in the dark of the night.

So I pray for protection, from harm and from pain,

For someone to hold me, and keep me sane.

To cherish my fragility, and handle me with care,

And never forget, that I'm precious and rare.