Treasure Island

Cristina Geanta

(19 04 1984 / Romania)

Water, wind and broken glass

When stormy
weather comes,
what better way of keeping
the drops away from your cheek
than hiding beneath a shell?

A shell of glass so you'll know when the storm's over.
A shell through which
others can see you.
Only the image is distorted...

And, in the end, would you leave your shell?
At least it saves you from the
water and
wind's cold
trying to put out
warmth you still have left inside.

It's light enough for a soul to bare. But
it's also thin and could never last
when hail falls down on you.
would hold a
body covered in
broken glass?

Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, February 22, 2006
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  • Cristea Adina (5/28/2007 4:26:00 AM)

    The metaphors you used are very effective and make it easy to relate to them with palpable feelings. About the mask we all wear and are afraid to pull down not to get hurt.
    Mult succes la scris! :) (Report) Reply

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