I thought myself patient and wise, building this sturdy wall
brick by hardened brick around my fearful precious self
but that surround is made of glass and guards an empty space
able to be shattered by any kind word
every day I am cut by some sharp edge, some jagged self-delusion
that I still grasp to use as mirror to see my face
how long before I’ve bled enough to drop these shards
let go such desperate need and rest
no sight, no seeing, no being seen
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