Melancholy & Me

Glass Heart

A time of gathering, one with haste

The one greets with a glass face

No? Perhaps it is I
For the mind wanders faster than the eye

Shadows all friendly

Yet silhouettes all the plenty

The edges antagonize the face
Cracks leave every trace of haste

It is here, I am distilled with fear
Am I truly accepted among my peers?

There is nowhere else to go
The family here is me alone

As the shadows dance with gestures of fright
The tempered face sterns from plight

Resolute and easily shattered

The glass is met with stern patterns

The glass face sees through all that matters
Transparency is all it fathoms

Applied right, it is reflective
Appealing to those are all effective

Yet with all these endeavors

The heart yearns forever

For the memory is always remembered

Pick up the pace, push and shove

The glass turns in the dire oven

Painfully, the face is kneaded
Carefully, the heart is heeded

The past is made from glass
And the heart was made from ash

Never forget, it is always remembered

That the mother annealed his fine temper