Shattered Glass

Nobody sees her shattered glass that she always carries.  The glass looks pretty and normal on the outside, but in the reality of who she is, she is like a wilted flower.   She feels that the world is a mess, and she’s always been a distress. It’s almost like her life is like a china doll.

She’s so fragile that she does crack inside.  On the inside she is breaking and not awake.    She feels she is very helpless to the world, and to herself.   The world around her is such a race.

  Most of the time, she ends up falling in muk, and gets stuck while everyone around her passes by. Her mind understands one thing, but her body always does something else no matter how many times it is explained.

She then will hear the shadows whisper and point out everything she does. It’s like a record that does not stop playing. 

Although her shattered glass numbs her, there is a tiny light that always gives her hope.  She always relies on that light to get her through each day, and she hopes and hopes for a new life despite her hard flight.