This glass house might break; don't ask me how I'm doing
I might really tell you how much I'm really hurting
You say you miss the old me but she is gone and buried
I'm learning to find the peace of mind where this glass house can feel safe again
The place that used to stand so strong is now moved with the slightest wind
Ever mindful of the pain that endlessly wounds and weakens the foundation
This glass house is transparent and clear, unable to hide
the fragments left over and the emptiness inside
The warmth and security left when the veil fell down that day
I have no strength to mask the heartache that is on display
While I don't want to share my grief with all
It's impossible to contain the pain, the guilt, the loss
So I am destined to identify with this fragile state of mind
A glass house in essence, but fragile in real life
Don't expect me to take the steps you think I should be taking
I'm fragile and I could break if I rush because you make me
The heart that once knew perfection is buried, you see
And this glass house can't help but show this burden of grief I carry.
Franchesca Cox
13 comments:
Such emotionally raw words of truth.
Franchesca, this is BEAUTIFUL! Sad. But very well written. You should get this published :)
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Oh, Franchesca. So much of this post resonates with me. You are right, the old you, the old us, WAS buried with our girls. This is such a vulnerable place to be emotionally, and the glass house really speaks to that. To the fact that we don't want to show everyone what we are going through, but can't help it. As you say "It's impossible to contain the pain, the guilt, the loss" Sending you prayers for peace in your heart. ((Hugs))
Franchesca - this is so proufound. Thank you so much for sharing.
So deep, and meaningful. Thank you for sharing...your words are so touching.
*hugs*
wow - how true! Especially the part
"Don't expect me to take the steps you think I should be taking - I'm fragile and I could break if I rush because you make me"
Friends and Family were constantly pushing me to move on after we lost our first son. I couldn't, and the result was the deepest season of depression I have ever known. We cannot rush our grief -- and it is true... we'll never be the same. ever.
i agree with everyone this is your hesrt you speak.my dear fran,take your time and let God heal your heart.this cannot be rushed.Remember our talk noone can understand your heart bi=ut you&God.Much love to you my sister and more sent to the heaven.All you women touch my heart and may God give you a peace that words cannot give.
Lovely...you have a beautiful way with words Franchesca. xx
Amazing how we all identify with being rushed through our grief. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Franchesca. I find it interesting to read your blog because we both lost our babies were born in May. (((hugs)))
Very true Franchesca. Your glass house is so symbolical and so many of us can relate and understand. Thanks for sharing.
xxxooo
Christy
The poem is very, very good. Beautifully written and true on so many levels. Thank you for sharing it with us all.
Beautiful... thank you for sharing.. The part where you talked about not being able to hide the emptiness is so familiar to me.. if I could pick one emotion of how I feel the majority of the time I would say EMPTY.. hugs!!
So true and so beautifully spoken. Thank you.
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