The glass walls were lonely
but I could see to the outside
I can say now that the glass walls are gone
they've turned to stone.
I can't feel them on the other side
I can no longer see the light.
It is no more a longing of vulnerability
It's a longing of freedom.
This isolation is freezing
I don't know how to do anything but smile
when I feel so low.
Damn my stone walls.
I trust very few
but I'll have to trust my memory
because joy is no longer visual
just what I know is on the other side,
a world and a mere foot away.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
