Glass Bones Poem by Sup B
Glass Bones
I do not owe softness
to the hands that broke me.
I do not owe silence
to the mouths that named my pain weakness.
My forgiveness is not a gift
wrapped for the unworthy
it is a blade I forged
to cut myself free.
I walk with glass bones,
but they glimmer in the light.
Break me once,
and I will return
as fire.
Saturday, September 6, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: forgiveness,weakness
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