The Glass Wing
Wound gaping i
contemplate pain
& I pin prick feel
poked & broken
Playing with Rocks
Hard standing on my feet
Hard reaching to the sky
But ,
Here all i do is kneel
& I know glass upon my mind
Simple broken windows
a tiny pop
a glass fracture..
white and exhaling
one 3/4 inch slate gray stone
went so perfect up
and came down crack
upon my shield
shattered
(My son threw a tiny rock and broke my car windshield...the only thing left was a piece of glass that looked like wings)
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