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Jan 2019
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
soph
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soph  19/Florida
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