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Glass Chalice

February 7, 2019
By Brookie-cookie BRONZE, Phoenix, Arizona
Brookie-cookie BRONZE, Phoenix, Arizona
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I am a chalice

Made of glass,

No, not metal,

Nor am I as strong as brass.


I was carved

So delicately.


One wrong move and you’ll break me.


So I sit on a shelf

For everyone to see.

But your hands are the only ones

Allowed to touch me.





You want me to sit still,

Hold your desires in the curve of my body

But I can barely hold the tears

Running from me.


And I’m sorry,

That I have cracks.

That my heart leaks the blood,

That, I, wasn’t supposed to let free.


I’m Sorry!

That I have been reduced!

Reduced into this fragile being.

The chalice you made me to be…


And I won’t do it anymore.

I can’t…


Someday someone will treat me like a trophy.

He’ll look at me like a prize.

Hold me like I’m special.

Because I’m all of those things…

The author's comments:

This poem is dedicated to all the people who have struggled or are stuggling through a toxic relationship. Growing up my parents faught on a dialy basis and it really impacted my views on life and love. I think everyone can be put into the situation where they feel as fragile as glass... But there is a certain glimmer in a glass chalice and that is what I want you to look for when reading this.

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Mac-e BRONZE said...
on Apr. 16 2019 at 9:04 am
Mac-e BRONZE, Exeter, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
"I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." -Galileo

This is so beautiful and moving!