Made of Glass

Throughout life, you lovingly craft a goblet.

Made of crystal glass, that glitters with all your love and happiness,

But then others come to chip away at it,

With their sharp words and piercing gazes.

It chips at first, the imperfections clear,

Ignorable but ugly.

Then they come at you with a hammer and chisel,

Try to change your shape with unwelcome opinions.

They surround you in a furnace, to heat and pressure you,

Until you cry for help!

Your cracks can be covered,

But your shape won’t ever be the same.

Author's Note

Not sure whether to call this a poem or self musings.

I don't know about you but sorrow makes me write better lol. Definitely feeling better now I've got it out of my system through.

As always, feel free to give any sort of feedback!

Reviews

[Green]

This is a comparison that I don't think I've seen before, and that's always exciting to find and read. I like the visual component of this, but also how you kind of get to imagine what your own glass would look like before, after, and during. In the later half it started to feel more like a pottery comparison, but I think that's just because I have slightly more exposure to pottery than glass making. I think the end is my favorite part: "Your cracks can be covered, / But your shape won't ever be the same." I kind of like to imagine that the end result might even have some sort of stained glass effect where the cracks aren't even covered but made into a part of the story.

[Lillian Burrows]

I agree with you that at some point it did feel like pottery, but wanted the pliability and fragility of glass, and the only way I could change its shape was through a furnace so I ended up use that in there! I love that idea of having different stained glass making up that goblet. Everything you see, experience and remember ends up staying with you and it can influence who you become.

[emmajoygreen]

No matter what happens to something or somebody, it has its start as it will have a finish. What matters is that it has even the smallest of worth in whatever length life. Perfecdtion is harder to achieve than it is to spell.

[Lara]

I know this sorrow too well, Lillian.
What's interesting is I used it to write about the glass furnace, too! 😆
I empathise with this greatly, and thank you much for sharing. (It does help to know that while chipped and cracked the goblet may be, it's not alone) 🙏