Girl of glass has a heart that beats so softly it doesn’t make a sound She swells with each breath but becomes more fragile She swallows her feelings and they slip into the hollow shell of her Girl of glass stands still in a crowded room, too easy to break to risk moving She stares with doll eyes watching as people look right through her She feels full of emptiness and shatters Girl of glass is swept under the rug She has no worth if she can’t hold things She is too many sharp pieces to risk stepping on
Her mind jagged shards with a sharp tongue Her body a one-way mirror She sees out, and no one sees in Twisted thoughts carving deep cracks Lining them with gold only makes her more beautiful That’s why... They love her so much more broken. Breaths as fragile as blown glass Heavy heart beats in a hollow chest Her sadness echoes deep within her
About the Poet
Amber Jasinski has been writing poetry about the human experience and mental illness for the past several years. She has an undergraduate degree in nursing and works full-time as a Registered Nurse. She is a wife and mother and lives in a full house with her husband, three daughters, two young grandchildren, her younger brother, and two awesome dogs! She enjoys writing as an avenue to explore her own journey with mental illness and to promote mental health advocacy. She writes under the name ajblueorionon social media where you’ll find her “lost somewhere between the words and melancholy madness.”
It is though in those years⠀ I was lost at sea⠀ ⠀ Longed hard for love’s arms ⠀ to wrap warmth around me⠀ ⠀ Instead glacial glares ⠀ Frost dealt cold as ice⠀ ⠀ Left to tread frigid dread⠀ Just so you would play nice
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Lover you will not be the death of me ⠀ Never have I relinquished such power ⠀ Allowing you only the idea of it ⠀ Raving lunacy of self absorption with eyes to see ⠀ only what they wish⠀ My aura billows abundant radiant light⠀ consuming me⠀ And I embrace it⠀ ⠀ Ex Lover⠀ bound in darkness too blind to ever see the light
Forgiveness is not black and white⠀ For layers peel back in their time ⠀ A placid beast of delicate skins⠀ expose deep lesions ⠀ Wounds cannot forgive ⠀ Their sting stirs memory⠀ Only time can heal⠀ Never to forget ⠀
The little shed is painted blue with two old chairs for me and you We sit and talk till stars shine high Discuss wild dreams and sometimes cry The shed is dark and meant for tools but staged just right for dreaming fools One day we'll laugh and reminisce Having checked off goals from our shed dream list
The war in me for equality For equal pay Performing quality work in the same way And never needing to be told Cause I have integrity to uphold I do what is right Regardless of whose around or nowhere in sight In my skin, I have nothing to hide Living above reproach with family on my side Not the one's that you may think Most of them prefer that I fail and sink Please don't waste pretense to worry about me I know who to trust and hold close Those who are fake in due time, truth wins and their lies are exposed
Sun rises over the city Tired people in robotic motion to survive employment Daily excavation of already empty voids Filling fridges with grass fed meat Paying mortgages that enslave them Windows down feels like freedom Absorbing luscious sky Commuting in rows of all wheel drive Ruminations of what they'll miss today Bittersweet sunrise spectacle Distant dreams fading engulfed by reality of office murmurs and fluorescent light To do it all again tomorrow
A storm inside a rainbow along the curious trail of a white rabbit Her name means life which manifests with ferocity and subconscious conviction Her highs soar above the mountains Lows steep thoughtfully, deeply Always contemplating life and where she is headed Anxiously plotting and planning Her future is bright and shining Her opportunities endless She works hard Needs no prescription for her laser focused vision Propelling purposeful practice of her talents that she perfects She conquers her fears and will claim her birthright Her destiny is written in the stars
I just finished Where the Crawdads Sing last week, and I have been missing Kya ever since. Beautifully, succinctly penned. Delia Owens made me fall in love with the North Carolina marsh and wild life. I love how she weaved her scientific knowledge of environment, creatures-especially birds, and flora into the story in such a way that it breathed life into it. The marsh and wild life became part of Kya. It was her home, and truly took on it’s own role throughout the story. I grew fond of the other characters too- Jumpin had my heart. I wished for Kya to move in and live with Jumpin and Mabel, though I accept that Delia Owens could not write this compelling story with that outcome.
I highly recommend this book! I’d let you borrow mine, but I’ve already loaned my copy to my sister in law. GREAT read! If you prefer audio – I can attest that the unabridged audio version is excellent!