Glass House Poem by Tosh Foerster

I hold a love I could not see
The honest words I did not hear
The times I haven't shared
I hold the feelings I haven't felt
And the fists I haven't been dealt
I hold the smoke that wasn't inhaled
The rule strictly followed, never failed
I hold on the weight of my shoulders a steady home
Yet a glass house all the same
One hair out of place,
Just a fracture on a window pane
And my glass house will shatter
And my home will throw out a welcome mat
To the pain I so thoroughly, so efficiently,
Washed away