The Broken Path
The jagged teeth of glass glitter and glint,
ready to rip and tear fragile flesh. The
breaking sounds like cruel laughter to my ears,
flooding my mouth with the foul taste of fear.
It fills my chest and steals my breath from me.
The ground cracks and crunches with every step,
shifting, breaking and erupting new teeth,
and the fear slams shut the path I follow.
I look up and see my inspiration,
his eyes filled with pride and a warm smile that,
reminds me why I walk on broken glass.
He cuts through the roadblock, and pierces my
heart. Fear no longer seems important now,
because I remember who this is for.
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This was the first of three poems I submitted for my creative writing TMA. It is a modern interpretation of a sonnet (in that it has no rhyme scheme) and it is about the glass walk I did back in November 2011 for Yorkhill Children's Foundation.
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