GLASS

This is an attempt at object writing.A concept that a friend told me about recently.Just trying.

GLASS

I wouldn't know without feeling

its presence and its flaws.

So clear it seems at one moment

you'd wonder if it thaws.

It would feel my breath in complete silence.

But I'd have left a mark

Like a teardrop left

when there's denial of ones heart.

It feels as if it's impossible to get through

but it unfolds a view of the other side

as if it did want you to really see

the existing conflicts that collide.

It would reflect my state of being

from an angle unknown by me.

But when a mirror, it would

burden me with different perceptions.

The glass mirror reinforces with great force,

a force it cannot handle itself.