Glass

There is a piece of glass
Suspended in the sky

When people are lost, they come sit on the glass
To find comfort and rest.

Some come to the glass when they are angry.
Flames inside bursting forth
Uncontrollable fire
They need something to reason with them
To quench the fire
Leaving pools of cool water in scorched places.

They sit. Suspended by glass.

Some come to the glass when they realize the world is unfair
Why did their stars align in a worse way than mine? Or hers. Or his.
Cosmic ghosts can only answer this.
But still, the glass is a firm foundation
There even when answers are not.

They sit. Suspended by glass.

Some come to the glass when their emptiness overflows like a collapsing dam
For the sadness they feel is deeper than anyone can explain
Words can’t define everything you know.
They need the glass to keep them from free falling into an abyss that only the ones who have gone before us know.

They sit. Suspended by glass.

Some come to the glass to find solace
When there is no where to go but everywhere
And everywhere is a daunting wasteland
A foggy field. You can only see the space from one foot in front of the other.
It’s too frightening. It’s simply easier to stay complacent than move forward. Instead

They sit. Suspended by glass.

Many people sit on the glass in the sky
It’s starting to fill up.
Each day there is more weight

Some leave, getting the rest they desired
They glide away with ease
But forget that their weight still mattered
It took its toll.

For you see, glass breaks.
Not quickly. Not always easily.
But it breaks nonetheless.

The glass handles its own suspension
A hard thing to do
Harder when it suspends so much more.

But it wants to be solid
A grounded platform
A place of peace
A place that soothes aching souls.

A crack forms in the glass
And with it spreads more cracks like spider webs oozing from end to the other
Until the glass is covered in a maze that cannot be fixed.

And the glass shatters.

I am the glass. Suspended in the sky.

by daughter Gabby