I’ve been told I am strong
That’s alright with me
But I wish my hands were softer
So I could build
Beautiful
Wings of glass
Fragile but lusted after
I wish my hands were softer,
With my strong hands
I can only make
Wings of metal
Hard, cold and oddly shaped
From pushing and pulling too hard here and there
I wish my hands were softer
The wings of glass rarely break
Because people care
To place them gently on their pedestal
A trophy of incredible beauty
They think metal can’t break
But it can twist and bend
Until you can’t believe they were once
Something more than a lump
The thing with glass is
That once it shatters
It’s almost impossible to fix
I wish my hands were softer
But it’s only a wish and
I’ve come to enjoy
Reshaping my wings