Sometimes, I feel as fragile as glass.
As if a single blow,
could send me shattered into a million pieces.
Sometimes, I feel as strong as stone.
As if their words are nothing but
the wind and water crashing up against me.
But what I forget is that they are the same.
Glass, a metaphor for weakness,
heated to a melting point,
then molded into what someone wants,
like someone breaking, then being changed by others
Stone, a metaphor for strength,
its purest form is strong, hard, steadfast.
Its like someone before they break,
able to withstand pressure and conflict.
But what we forget is that a person can be both, at the same time.
Weak and strong,
Ashamed and proud,
sad and happy.
Glass and Stone.
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Fair or Free
Poesia"See, I know life isn’t fair or free Never turn your back on family And even though you love me, let me be I’m sure, I don’t need you anymore." - Loyal Friend and Thoughtful Lover by The Wind and the Wave A series of poems stemming from one of the m...
