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A Foggy Glass
I am unwell.
A broken glass;
where once upon a time
I held a drink in my arms,
balancing all I could without
breaking down from the pressure.
The one friend I haven’t yet
pushed away hangs above me;
the angel on my shoulder, reminding
me that everything will be okay.
No longer am I chip-free
and humbly without cracks.
These cracks will scar, leaving
me a branded cow, identified by the pain.
I think back
to us together.
Two bent nails,
but we were bent
together. I tried to
save us, tried to bring
stability back into our lives.
I tried, I tried, oh how I tried.
But it was only I who was able
to follow through and straighten myself.
I left behind the one I couldn’t save,
the one who understood me.
You broke my heart.
A promise we made
to each other is now rotting
in the earth, met only with contempt
and regret. Whether it is my regret
or yours is not known, is only assumed.
My mind was tangled in an unsolvable weave
of only questions and no answers, leaving me
beyond hopeless, scratching at what could have been
if I had just stayed.
I am solid.
A foggy glass,
once again holding
drinks in my arms.
I am scared, but strong.
Chip-free, and humbly
without cracks. But I will never
forget from where I came and
the journey I traveled to be okay.
I have three angels on my shoulder,
and a halo above my head. They tell
me that things are no longer surrounded
by a deep, drowning blue.
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An ekphrastic poem inspired by “Blue Soap Bubble”, by Joseph Cornell, 1950