glass child
all my life i was taught to make less noise
“don’t be an issue!
don’t cause a problem!
we have enough to deal with already!”
so i tiptoed around the floors
hid behind closet doors
stayed curled in my corner
doing anything i could to make less noise
staying silent became my law
keeping thoughts to myself, my tradition
now? now, what do i do?
thrown into a world of wolves
where everyone wants to tear out my wool
my fur, my protection
what do i do without it?
what do i do in a world that needs my help?
i am meant to be a light in this world
how, if i was taught to not shine as bright?
“your worth is inherent”, i hear from my heart
“you are worthy of being heard”, i hear from my soul
“your life is yours”, i hear from my mind
i am not an issue
and i will never be a problem
deal with me, for you shall see
that i was worthy all along
be ablaze with a flare as bright as you care
see that your life is yours
oh, glass child, this light bounces from each break
as radiant and luminous as the home of love within you
waiting to be broken into































































































