The Glass

Through the glass I stare

As the city walks by

As others peer in

Some catch a glimpse of me, for who I am

Others, though, see their own reflection

That colours their perception

I am understood only through the shades of their own understanding

And not at all for the bare transparency I present

I choose to hide behind glass

And speak in transparency

Yet, it seems the rest don’t agree

But proclaim my naivety

Courage to dream and wonder

Like a child’s outrageous fantasy

What once was a castle in the sky

Might one day be a reality

For vision, aspiration and ambition are but names used to justify a grown-up’s dreams

That were once little different from a child’s simplest hope and marvel

The glass evokes thought, emotion and rememberance

Because through it, I see and I am seen

The world passes on

As I look on out the glass

My heart is tangled up in a confusion

That is guised by fear and longing

Which cannot be resolved by careful intellect or wise words

Quenched neither by companionship nor in power

Where peace is found in One and One alone

Why are we brittle, when we were created to be strong?

Why do we shatter, when we can't get along?

Why should we sing, when everything's so wrong?

But when we're broken we're reliant

Where we're weak He is strong

But when we're in a billion pieces

We're really in One

Hey guys, my virgin entry into this blog. This is one i came up with awhile ago, and added a little more to it. My first poem since one i wrote about chocolates in primary 4! hehe...