Hope of Coping

turquoise glass bottle breaks in midair, and glass fragments fly across a dark background.
glass bottle breaking
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For so long, I survived,

biding my time–

saying I bottled up the bruises

sounds cliché

but clichés sometimes hold true.

I was a glimmery glass bottle, like they say,

I reflected sunlight, blinding outsiders from what I held,

I carried on by a determination to carry this heavy heart to some higher mountain, some safe haven.

I climbed into the foothills,

and my bottle went bursting,

releasing these pressurized tears,



and aches.

A storm frozen up and delayed

so my body could carry on getting us here

where it’s safe enough

to fall apart.


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