Hour Four


I have always found it hard to get close to anyone.
You would always joke and say that I was a lot like a porcupine.
Cute, but yet so harmful to those around me.

I promise, I never meant to hurt you.
I never knew how sharp my tongue could truly be.
How many scars have I left in my wake?

I always liked to see myself as a sword.
That analogy always made me feel better.
It meant that I was no longer weak.

After that night, I never wanted to feel vulnerable again.
That’s why I covered myself in armor and picked up my sword.
It helped me keep myself safe.

However, the longer I keep this charade up, the more I realize,
If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass,
and I feel myself beginning to shatter.

–  The last two lines are from Glass Sword, written by Victoria Aveyard.

One thought on “Hour Four

  1. Very fitting poem to go with the Glass Sword lines.
    “I never knew how sharp my tongue could truly be.” This was me before I realized how my tone of voice could wound.
    Thank you!

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