Dreaming of Glass (Guest Post)

I suppose if I told my story

The whole world might weep.

I suppose if I told my story

The world might change in a week.

I suppose.

I suppose

I suppose that’s just my fantasy

What I’d like to see

What I’d hope to see

Because that’s my dream

Every night I dream

Of glass.

I dream of glass ceilings to let in the light of day

Glass walls unable to hide away

Those hide aways

Where I hide away.

I dream of floors made of glass

Doors made of glass

Chairs and tables and desks made of glass

And the light shines through it all.

The light shines in my memories too

But they are so few

So sparse and faded

Near overrated

Crumbling tumbling out of my view

My distant memories of sunlight

Shining through the glass

Making rainbows through the glass

Giving meaning to me

And breathing on me

The light through the glass

Sometimes I dream even my clothes

My dirty old clothes

My dirty ill-fitting

Need so much fixing

Clothes are made out of glass.

And no one can see the stains

No one can see how old they are.

No one can see

My two bare feet

Because everyone thinks

My shoes are of glass.

They think my shoes are glass

And I don’t darkness to hide me away

I don’t have bruises that cry out all day

I don’t have nightmares to haunt me

No voices to taunt me

Or closets to hide in

Only mice to confide in

When I’m dreaming of glass.

Sometimes I dream I am glass

My chest and my face and my legs and my back

Are all made of glass.

And no one can see

The scars on me

The bruises on me

All they can see

Is the real me.

He sees me

He sees the real me

When I’m made of glass.

He sees me when I am glass

And I can’t hide away

In this old hide away

I won’t hide my face

I’ll not stay in my place

I can be be free at last

I am free from my past

When I dream of glass

I’m dreaming of glass


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