Glass

~ Vanessa

Written 2006

Tears have dried
Coarse salt remains
Jagged crystals
That burn
Blur and tear
At my eyes

So young
But this soul
Is so old

Filled my quota
Now I balance checks
On rain
My stare is not empty
But behind
layers of glass
— scorched salt
of my tears

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Published by Vanessa

Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist, humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being. I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.

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