Shattered Windows

Day 16 of 365 days of blogging. This time I give you a poem since I haven’t done one in a while.

Who do you see
in the mosaic art
of crystalline tears
glued with experience?

What do you see
as you watch me
pick up the many
shattered pieces?

Where did you see
me empty and tattered
covered in cuts
from shards of glass?

When did you see
the potential opening
for love like drafts
in broken windows?

How do you see
what I cannot
amongst the rubble
around my heart?

Why do you see
past the facade
to find the remains
of a soul shattered?

Published by B. Isabel Writes

Bobbie Isabel is a lover of words. She spent her childhood escaping in books and finding solace in the public library. Her career in education circled around language in all its forms (spoken, aural, written, etc.), and she takes all of those experiences into account in her writing. As an adult, she finds healing in poetry, exploring themes such as vulnerability and authenticity in her poems. When she’s not writing, you can find her in the audience reveling in the language-rich environment of musical theater.

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