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- Shards of glass -
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Monday, November 06, 2006
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The sheer power, the great force
In lifting up a piece of glass
Heavy as your heart yet fragile as a frail baby
Like the weight of the world when you hold it
Yet the moment you lift up your hands and throw the piece
With enormous force; both physical and emotional
The release it offers is breathtaking
The heaviness is gone, the silence shattered
The stillness disturbed, the emptiness battered
The ripple of the crash pervades the entire pond
The vastness of it, as though the breaking of a strong bond
The heart/glass; the heart of glass
Shattering into a billion pieces
Shards with the capacity to hurt
Shards that can cause bleed
Miniscule yet powerful
Shards that refract the sunlight
To give a plethora of hues
Colors from every corner of the world
Momentarily happiness seems bountiful
Beautiful yet deadly
A sight to behold
Power immutable
Those shards of glass, the pieces of a shattered heart
this poem's for hiral. =) the other day she wanted to break something made of glass, just to release those pent-up emotions; but couldn't because breaking something is such an "immature" thing to do. oh woe! the perceptions of the society! how they bind us so tight there's no space left to breathe.
for you, hiral.
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