gone
she was gone
high above her reality
happier than she would ever be
she was gone, no worries, no cares,
just happy and free.
society couldn't touch her
that's just the way she was
made of bulletproof glass.
people threw sticks and stones
trying to break her down to her bones
but everything just bounced right off
after all,
that's what bulletproof glass is for, right?
little did they know,
she was cracking
society had put a bullet in her glass,
pounding her over and over with
an assault rifle
until she shattered.
and when she broke
she realized that
glass
isn't so bulletproof
after all
then she realized that
she was never made of glass
because instead of shattering
she bled.
but only for a brief moment.
then the blood stopped
and
she was gone.
Can I Hold Her?
"Can I hold her?" The new father asked. He was so hesitant around the newborn. But this was his daughter. She was so small he was afraid he would break her. But he deaspretly wanted to hold her. A nurse gently deposited the child in his arms. His daughter curled up in his arms, asleep. He smiled, tears in his eyes.
3 years later his little girl was running around the house. The man had just gotten off of work. She jumped up into his arms, and the man laughed, pulling her close.
"Daddy, you can let go of me." The man smiled. "I'm going to hug you, and love you, and squeeze you, and call you Goerge. Hi Goerge" The girl laughed.
Jumping off the bus, into her father's arms the 5-year old smiled. Together they said. "I'm going to hug you, and love you, and squeeze you, and call you Goerge. HI GOERGE!"
The nurse shook her head sadly. The father looked helplessly at the young teen that was his daughter. The body, once so full of life, now lay dead on the cot. He looked at the nurse.
"Can I hold her?"