On Broken Glass

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You say the words as if
You’ve never acted on it:
That voice;
That feeling.
You say the words as if
There’s not a wall that bears your mark:
A hole;
A scar.
You say the words as if
No one ever hears you;
But I do.
I do…

So then, why don’t you?

8 thoughts on “On Broken Glass

    1. Good point. That’s probably so. And I don’t always take note of how my anger might affect people either. Also, I have to allow that much of it is probably me: I’m very sensitive, and my imagination can take a darker turn…

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  1. We grow so accustomed to talking past, and over, one another.

    Words are launched merely for effect, tools to engage, weapons to brandish.

    When we encounter someone who actually listens. And comprehends…

    “Hello, what’s this? I’m actually speaking to a person, not dictating my memoirs.”

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  2. Oh, me too. My brain really hasn’t stopped chattering since I learned to speak. Which means I’m constantly interacting with friends, colleagues, family…

    When they’re not around, I talk to myself. Naturally, I overthink everything. My God, do I.

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    1. Ahh. My own brain is something like an annoying sibling, I think: always present in the background, but rarely listened to; and never there when looked for.

      Then again, maybe it’s more that my mind and my tongue aren’t on speaking terms. Because I do talk. A lot. Just usually in my head: After all, why talk to others when you can much more easily talk to yourself? But, you miss out on a lot of things that way.

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  3. Apt simile, Rachel, “annoying sibling!”

    After a while, though, we tire of running through the same scenario 1.001 times, and we seek outside opinions.

    “Am I crazy (please tell me I’m not)?”

    Such is the “bold individualism” we fancy of ourselves. Lest we think too poorly of ourselves, though, the “sounding board” is a service we provide for countless others as well.

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