• Gabriel Gonzalez

Glass

Often, it was invisible

to my eyes,

yet it was still always present.

Changing perspective

was all it took

for me to see

the reflection of the Sun’s Light,

to witness

the beaming, bright array

of a Rainbow.


Even so,

I was not satisfied.

I still yearned

to directly embrace

the Sun’s Warmth.

I desired nothing more

than its

Comfort.

However, when I

tried to touch it,

feel it,

hold it—

the Glass shattered.

The shards

tore through my flesh,

reopened my long-sealed wounds,

mutilated my fingers

that had reached out,

expecting the warm, soothing

Comfort

of the Sun’s Shine.


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