Frank Poem by Elizabeth Shield

He is like a shard of glass;
sharp and transparent
When I am with him I see him - and
Both see myself and see through me.
When he speaks it cuts me to the core.
Expectations shattered

I am like not yet molded clay
And the fingers of other's thoughts
Touch me and change me
After their fashion
He is harsh like a knife
When I am with him, I separate from
Myself and what I always knew
And truth fades out like a candle flame,
Guttering

He is like a lightning strike; power and show
Brilliant, marvelous execution
He electrifies me and then passes on
Leaving flickering ashes of impression, his goal achieved
His purpose triumphing once again
His fire burning in many minds