http://weareone-ruth.blogspot.com/2011/10/shattered-glass.html
I am like shattered glassCutting those who touch meI have been brokenI am hard and sharpPeople can see through me.They know I can hurt themI am never confrontedI am always walked around.– Lori Gauntlet
I knew then. When I talked to my parents, I was assured I was like everybody else. I talked to other teenagers, I was really sure that how I thought was different and odd but conditioning won out. After all, my parents would NEVER lie to me. (There really needs to be a sarcasm font.) KavinCoach validated what I knew then, he also opened the door for me to see all the lies I was told over the years so my parents didn't need to deal with unpleasant things. I was one of those unpleasant things they didn't want to deal with. I wasn't the dress up doll of my mother's dreams.
11 comments:
Wow this is powerful reading ....Shattered Glass...
Hello Rhonda, it was a poem that really spoke to me as a teenager.
I think that is my comment at the top about the poster in my room in high school. I tried to find it to see if I remembered it correctly and to find out who wrote it. I had it word for word. I want the author to know it is still my favorite poem and it drove my dad nuts! Is it still available on a poster? I guess I identified with it.
I haven't found it on a poster. Thanks for your comment Kelley.
I had this on a poster in my high school english class in 1979. Totally defined me then. I have never forgotten it. Wish I could find out who the author was
The author I found is Lori Gauntlet.
I graduated a couple of years before that. :)
My poster had a woman standing amongst the leaves of I think a lemon tree with dew all over it..the poem was over the leaves .. I loved it
Thank you Sally. That sounds like a beautiful poster.
I had no idea how damaged I was til 30+ years later..looking back I can see how that poem must have spoken to me..I will keep searching until I find that exact poster..I hope you found the help you needed Ruth..your parents were probably afraid of facing something they didn't understand.. Don't be too hard on them..its human nature to be afraid of things we don't understand.��
I also had the poster of the girl’s face with the green leaves in the background. The poem spoke to me powerfully. I took that poster with me from high school to college. It has been so many years ago now. I am really interested in remembering why that poem meant so much to me. I believe that for me, it was about shame.
I remember owning that very poster and poem in high school. It meant so much to me that I brought it to my college dorm. I am currently trying to analyze why it was so important to me. I believe that for me, it was about shame. That girl in the greenery was me.
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