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Glass Adults
My childhood
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
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We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
————————-
We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
Published Yesterday
Author's Note
Copyright @ Her 2024. All rights reserved.
I’m merely a mirror, a reflection of scars inflicted and seen.
I see you, my sisters. I can’t speak to you but I can still love you.
I’m merely a mirror, a reflection of scars inflicted and seen.
I see you, my sisters. I can’t speak to you but I can still love you.
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Yesterday 11:31am
Similar wave length felt, all around the same time. As the early morning weeps onset....
Funny .... Mirrors spoken of in tune.
Thanks for writing.
Will add as I get more like points. I don't have enough just yet.
I will momentarily.
Thanks for sharing.
B.
Funny .... Mirrors spoken of in tune.
Thanks for writing.
Will add as I get more like points. I don't have enough just yet.
I will momentarily.
Thanks for sharing.
B.
Yesterday 11:33am
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Yesterday 11:36am
Yesterday 11:48am
Everything is created with cracks but we don't notice until the conditions are right for the cracks to reveal themselves.
Crack away girl.... we'll put you back together.
Crack away girl.... we'll put you back together.
Yesterday 8:41pm
Today 00:31am
The way you painted a communion of survival is fucking beautiful.
Those are priceless pieces on a gold shelf.
And I love the way you explained the separation, and your abiding love regardless of it.
Great piece!
Those are priceless pieces on a gold shelf.
And I love the way you explained the separation, and your abiding love regardless of it.
Great piece!
Today 3:55am
Today 3:52am
'Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown'
Fantastic analogy throughout & particularly heartwrenching in the last verse. Our creators breathe the air into our lungs that we need. How thick/thin do they blow the glass? Either way, if it's dropped from high enough, it's still gonna shatter! 😐
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown'
Fantastic analogy throughout & particularly heartwrenching in the last verse. Our creators breathe the air into our lungs that we need. How thick/thin do they blow the glass? Either way, if it's dropped from high enough, it's still gonna shatter! 😐
Today 4:00am
