shards of broken glass

if all you tear
from age-old skin
is a shard
of broken glass

then how
will bravery
flow, through
tired brows

my dear
look me in the eye
and profess
i am not crying

for crying
is for the meek

and do not sing
as dawn cracks
heavy

for i raised you better
than to be a fool
frolicking in the grass

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Region, Country: Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Plath (I know, slightly concerning), E. E. Cummings, Tagore, Eliot

10 years 4 months ago

it would seem. We've never met, so greetings.

10 years 4 months ago

my father an old hard rock but with humor
unlike I a mothers boy
pampered and coddled

the hardness came years later
cut my feet on splinters and glass
Ouch!!

tears....those they taunted and brought
on...
toughened to a large degree

practical but I still sing much
aware of the top..the trenches
the bitter lands of lah in between
the stillness of boredom
and the cry of battle...

A Moving poem

Thank You!