THE GLASS

 Break the Glass!,
so I can stumble out of this cup of misery that holds my soul, bound.

This is the prayer I've prayed for a thousand years;
Yet, I'm stuck between the walls of this glass and my blinding pain.

Every dawn, my mind is startled awake.
I'm afraid to open my bruised lids.
But then, if I shut them for too long, they may never again, Lift.

Sitting up slowly, I pushed against the glass, bidding it break,
for i needed its assistance to break my unsteady fall.

'Who is this?', You wonder.
I am she!
The lost, the bruised, the broken.
I live within every woman missused.
I have sought for deliverance, but,
I've had shame painted on my smears, and boots stuck in my side, for my trouble.

Break the Glass!!,
so I may stumble out of this hold- Prison
where my lips have been sealed that no ear ever tells of what it beheld.

Take these shackles off my feet, so I can be free
Release my soul from the abuse of its reality.
Wipe the tears off my swollen cheeks,
Cleanse my blackened heart from the bitterness it witholds.

The moment I accepted the lure of his sin,
like the famous rat, the cheese.
I was trapped, held fast within the spring and the coil.
I was unable to free myself.
My frightened jerks, and breathless twists only sealed my fate.
Since then, I have become the typical Lazarus,
begging for scraps under the table.
My sores have become lubricant for the four-legged maammals.
I welcome the cooling of their tongue on my battered body.
My pain is like a novel written on my face,
still the readers only shake their heads, and pray that their children do not become me.


(INTERLUDE- In the PROCESS of TIME...)


The sunset brought with it a canary yellow promise of hope.
I held unto it, even when the black of night hid the glimpse behind.
My eyes stayed woke, as I awaited the dawn.
When she came, I released the flitting fly of hope into the dew of her promise.

There was a clash!
And then a blend.
Now certain, I pushed against the glass, and it shattered.
I stepped into the dust of its debris, and welcomed the prick of a stray embedded in my feet.
It made my stale blood flow, and my weak wings soar.

I jumped down a cliff and like I afore knew, I was lifted into the hands of THE HEALER.
My past pain, I discovered, is worth this heaven.

Thank you God, for heaven at last...