The Glass and the Library.

girl studying with books and macbook at a coffee shop Photo: Alanna Bagladi

My heart was built from the bottom up
A glass empty,
Meant to be filled.
Each passing year
Streams of thoughts

A glass half full.

Progress even further,
Another year
And another.
My 365 paged book
Each year,
Added a new edition
Of my life
To the library within my heart.

A glass ¾ full.

Edition 15- the beginning of the end.
Edition 16- when does it get better?
Edition 17- it doesn’t.

A glass shattered.

Streaks of red,
Splattered on the pages of Edition 17.
A library,
Holds no more meaning.

A glass jagged.

Placed back together,
Piece by broken piece.
A library,
Torn apart,
Reshelved and reread.
Edition 18.
Life continues here.


Becky Harrison : Certified klutz, free spirited, go-get-em goof ball. Loves writing poetry and the beach. Strong believer in bucket lists.