Glass Woman
Born fragile
Not able to walk
The head broke first
A small piece fell off
It didn’t matter
They glued it back on
a chip on the shoulder
Came loose later
You can’t see it
It’s hidden underneath
A layer of clothes
The perfect disguise
More scratches
More scars and scrapes
Broken pieces
Missing parts
Fragile I am not
A symbol of strength I am
And Beautiful
The happy Quitter! 
Bridget, I’ve published this poem at The Skeptic’s Kaddish – thank you for sharing it with me!
Yours,
David [ben Alexander]
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Did you write the poem first? Or base it around the image?
A great metaphor to modern life – gives me the chills.
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You are the first one who mentioned the metaphor. I wrote the poem first, then I searched for a glass statue.
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Usually it occurs the other way around.
From my experience, it’s quite difficult to find an image that matches the words so perfectly.
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I don’t write poems too often. There is a lot to learn I suppose.
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so beautiful and so true- strong yet fragile we can be
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Is it possible to be fragile and strong at the same time? I think so. We all are.
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I think we grow like a Phoenix out of the ashes in moments when we feel totally vulnerable and fragile. Women especially can move mountains…when needed.
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Amen! Isn’t that the truth!
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Love the shot, and the statue. Broke or not, it’s gorgeous.
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So beautifully written! 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome!
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Glass women and real women have a lot in common if you survive long enough.
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Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
https://meinthemiddlewrites.com/
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