Clear.
I am there.
I exist.
I will protect you
from all the horrors of the world.
But you see right through me.
As if I am nothing at all.
Susceptible.
It is so easy,
to press your face up against me.
I am exposed
to you.
Rub your dirt
and grime
and filth
all over me.
I cannot fight it.
So I take it.
Ruin ME.
As if I am nothing at all.
Cold.
I am stone cold.
I am frozen.
I am unfeeling.
That is what is to be understood.
But the truth of the matter is.
I feel it all.
I know the heat,
the wind,
the rain,
the storm.
I know it all,
I take it all
for you.
So maybe it doesn't hurt you so much.
But I shall keep pretending.
As if the cold is all I am.
Glass.
I am strong,
and I am weak.
I can weather the winds,
but I shatter
with the force of a ball.
If you hit the right place,
at the right time,
I am gone.
All my pieces,
once so sturdy
and so proud,
are nothing more
than mangled corpses.
You will pick them up
and toss them aside,
no more than a reminder
of the pain that was caused,
that can be caused.
As if I am replaceable.
But I am just a window.
Clear as day,
so you can look right past me.
Susceptible to contamination,
simply because it leaves no scars.
Cold as ice,
in an attempt to frighten touch.
Glass so fragile,
you wonder
how much it takes
to break.
