I try to chip away At this massive glass wall in front of me Trying not to let the pain and loneliness overtake me Suddenly I realize I can turn around I turn around to see so many others with me Those trapped behind walls of their own And those that have broken out They wave and smile and ******* kisses They know what it’s like To have the world shut out in a way they don’t understand We’re in our own world here Our breaths are shared and our stories are passed Through the most unlikely connections We have our own family behind this glass Something people may scoff at But they just don’t get it The relief of finding someone else The true representation of joy from hardship Finding a community In this shared space Behind the glass
I had a really hard time for awhile figuring out how to continue this series after the third poem, but I knew it had to be done. I couldn’t leave this on that depressing note, because my story “behind the glass” needs to have a happy ending. It’s certainly nowhere near over yet, but this installment represents my current spot at the top of this roller coaster