Accursed Glass

Submitted by Mairead on Sat, 04/23/2011 - 00:35

Trapped behind glass,

no way to escape

from this cast.

Keeping me here,

keeping me still. A barrier.

 

Things too close to my heart 

to ignore,

but too far to grasp.

Unknown before

from behind this glass.

 

A want that is true

a dream that is beautiful.

But the reward is un-grantable.

The forbidden fruit

tempts even the good. 

 

Fingers slide down 

the surface,

tracing happiness

un-allowed, un-reached 

but wanted.

 

No clear 'amen' in the future,

No 'you win', in the end.

"You're stuck"

penetrates through my skin

reminds me I'm human.

 

I can hear and almost taste

the purity of that place,

a world beyond the core. 

The consolation of trust

couldn't be enough

to break through. 

 

The wall is too hazy to conquer

too fragile to fight.

It's too soon to know

if I have the might.

And what if I fell?

 

What if it hurt me?

What if I failed?

What if I couldn't stand against the gale?

What if it wouldn't free, but scarred me?

 

Take away the mystery,

what I would strive for. Alas,

I kiss goodbye the yearning

to be free of the thing separating:

this accursed glass. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's age when written
18
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Comments

That is probably one of the most beautiful and amazing pieces of poetry I have ever read! I can completely relate to this piece on so many personal levels so that probably bias's me to it; however, it cannot be denied that this is a truely heartbreakingly beautiful poem. I know I will be reading this again and again because I love it so much! Thanks for sharing such an amazing poem with us! It is moving in so many ways! God Bless,

Wings of Eternity

"Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." 1 Timothy 4:12

Very, very well-written. A true piece of art. Well done.

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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

 This was a stunning poem. Like Wings of Eternity, I do relate to this poem so it meant a lot to

  me. It was beautifully written, and I saw the picture you were trying to create.

This was really beautiful, Mamie.... It is very soft...

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

 Thank you all for your comments on my piece! I'm glad it was enjoyed. :)

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

It's all true.

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

 Did everyone notice how I took an extremely different and creative view for this seasons topic? :P I hope that came across....

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

That is an extremely poetic way to use the topic...... You did an amazing job!!!! I love your view of a mysterious jar!!!!!!

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine