Glass


The glass of my dreams
Shatters at my feet
The points cracking my skin
And letting blood flow down my leg
Rivers of red painting my foot
And I look down
Scared and yet
Hopeful.
The shattered glass still lays beneath me
The shards caught in my skin
My skin healed from the scars
That will forever remain.
And then I see that
Blood is not only on my feet
But my hands and knuckles.
I open my fist
Only to find a new dream
Sheltered between the same fingers
That had so brutally
Betrayed the one before it.

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