A Dream - Poem by Alexander Downie
In this crystal globe a gift, broken red shards of pain for your ease,
Wrenched from a body weak with destruction, no longer willing to believe.
I can see right through to a violent flow of anguish, your hurt runs red in my hand.
In delicate glistening glass I witness your breaking, “look deep, you cannot touch”,
One crack called abuse, one crack called lies, one thousand slices called sorry or shame.
I turn it around in my hand, gazing at this confused confetti heart with no mind to heal.
Lost in the stare of aqua eyes I dropp the globe on to an unyielding marble floor and begin,
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