the glass girl reaches out,
pristine fingers arched and ready,
to heal and help
all the broken people.
the broken people
are lost in the cracks
in their own glass skin
that they become blind.
they see the glass girl
with clear, unbroken, flawless glass
that has never known
any pain or breaking.
but she is breaking.
her glass has thousands of cracks,
each tiny but painful,
each one growing with each new person she helps
because helping only brings pain.
she tries and tries
to heal all the cracks
in every broken person
except herself.
the glass girl breaks herself
and breaks herself
if only to provide
a temporary solace to someone else.
she is shattered
and lonely
and broken
and hurting.
but she reaches out,
stained fingers aching and ready,
to take in the pain of the broken people
while she herself remains broken.
-and when she falls apart, there will be no one to collect her shattered pieces. because the glass girl helped everybody —but nobody helped the glass girl.
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Another Broken Eternity
Poetrythis is poetry in the sense that everything broken is poetic. a collection of poems about love, betrayal, hope, and broken dreams inspired by milk and honey by rupi kaur. #137 in poetry - 09/15/17 #229 in poetry - 12/25/17 #118 in poetry - 01/13/18...
