Crystal glass terrarium,
soft, smooth, glide, prove.
Inside, a male & female pair,
Dolls with whom this glass cave I share.
Performing for them everyday, ironic,
Encouraging breaking, reaching out.
And on my knees, head bowed I pray,
Learning whatever lesson it is today.
Punching, punching hard, on glass walls.
Punching my way out, for them.
Breaking free like shadow out of sun,
Like sun out of clouds, rushing air out of glass.
Shock wave force from out my heart,
Shatters the smooth glass cage I’m in.
That air, once trapped, now free,
Out I go flying, singing, “Follow me.”
Out I go, like kite in air,
but no string to reel me back again.
There, they sit and stare. Achieved
what they said, not wanted.
Aim and aspiration as lines to stay inside,
As safe space, not pathway to another place.
Crumble inwards little pair, separate and fall.
No longer are those walls so safe,
Nor comforting to little minds, I’m sure.
Come fly, fly free, but do not follow me.
Never-ending little space fractured by the power,
that you nurtured (unknowing, unwanted) in me.
This was not what you expected, for me,
To rise to such heights as to finally be free,
And wanted, and strong, and, well, me.
But in you go, and in you stay,
So crumple, little worry-dolls,
And no more think of me.
Eugh the start is still wrong, I will change it when I can think of something better jfc
Glass Slipper, The Dresden Dolls. Heart of Glass, Blondie. Women’s March. Amanda Palmer in general. This.
I’m so sorry for the crappy illustration.