Broken Glass

Neva Flores on Mar 17, 2010

I walk the path of broken glass as I will not conform………..

The wind it blows upon my back
As I run through the storm
And walk the path of broken glass
As I will not conform

The shards are cold and jagged
Underneath my feet
They cut me deeply to my soul
And I begin to bleed

The path of least resistance
Is easier I suppose
But I’d rather walk on broken glass
Than forfeit my soul

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Comments (7)

stryka66 on Mar 18, 2010
Excellent
Hepsi.M on Mar 18, 2010
awesome poem and great pic too
krrymarie on Mar 18, 2010
lovely poem love the pic
deep blue on Mar 18, 2010
Well expressed and extremely painful. I couldn’t imagine cut from a broken glass.
sambhafusia on Mar 19, 2010
wonderful share it was!
Geomorphosis on Mar 21, 2010
Lovely as always, Madame. My heart bleeds with this one!
xoxo on Apr 7, 2010
Beautiful lines.

Hi there!