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As I said I love to write and I thought I'd share a poem:


Glass

Sometimes I think I have a soul made of glass,

 

Somedays it's thick,

The outside may be rough but it is strong,

It's hard and deals well with wear,

A few damages won't damage it,

Even so glass can function with a little chip off the top.

 

The soul is beautiful this way.

 

Sometimes I think I have a soul made of glass,

 

Somedays it's thin,

Beautiful to see but delicate to touch,

It does not take much to break a thin glass,

You must be careful with it for it ruins easy,

One crack will lead to more and more.

 

The soul is gorgeous this way.

 

Sometimes I think I have a soul made of glass,

 

Somedays it's shatterd,

Little light pieces of hope seperated by darkness,

It is already broken,

Be careful for its edges are razor sharp,

It's already broken into pieces.

 

The soul is stunning this way.

 

Sometimes I think I have a soul made of glass,

 

Somedays it's just pieced together,

It may be whole chipped or shattered but it's gorgeous,

Held up by other things,

Or holding other things even though it's broken,

It just needs someone to put the pieces back together and overlook the flaws.

 

The soul amazes me this way.