Home » Poems » Tatianna Leachet » Shattered Glass

Shattered Glass

My heart is broken as I crawl to you I have become simply a pile of shattered glass My eyes turn into a sea of blue Only in time will the pain pass I am falling I need you there to catch me A cry of help, I am calling I am calling for a chance to break free I try to make it through the lies I try to leave it all behind But nothing can be hidden behind these suffering eyes Surely, I must be blind After every hit I take I still forgive, but I refuse to forget The memories only make my mind ache I haven’t let go yet And when I stop to think about it The shattered glass breaks more and more Because of him, my wrists have become slates to slit “I’ll never hurt you,” he swore

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

J.W. Earnings

Date: 11/14/2016 6:27:00 PM

I can sympathize with what you're going through emotionally-speaking. I can relate to the grief and the suffering in this poem, but it is written so well. It is deep, sorrowful and gracious. A 7 for such a good verse.

Tatianna Leachet
Date: 11/14/2016 8:26:00 PM

Thank you very much :)

J.W. Earnings
Date: 11/14/2016 6:27:00 PM

-JWE

Lilly Davis

Date: 11/6/2016 8:49:00 PM

This is one of the deepest most emotional poems I've read... I think we are more alike then I thought

Tatianna Leachet
Date: 11/6/2016 9:26:00 PM

Quite possibly

Chicano Eddie

Date: 11/2/2016 9:29:00 PM

This is interesting. If the person it's upon read it, I'm positive it'd hit them directly. Good, job. Keep it up.

Tatianna Leachet
Date: 11/2/2016 10:18:00 PM

Thank you. Although, knowing the person of whom my poem is about, if they were to stummble upon my work, they could care less about the pain and sad memories that they have given me. Not everyone can shine as bright as the sun.

Chris Green

Date: 11/1/2016 9:46:00 AM

Such a deeply sad and lonely poem, which is only to be expected when a broken heart is fueling the pen. I could feel this because I know this. You have expressed these emotions beautifully.

Tatianna Leachet
Date: 11/1/2016 11:45:00 AM

Thank you. Sometimes it takes a broken heart to write about one, without a broken heart, you won't know how to express one.