Tempered Glass


“You are like tempered glass.”
That is what you said.
I didn’t understand it then.

I understand it now.

I am tempered glass.
I understand after so many years.
I don’t break into splinters.
I don’t shatter into shards.

I break into small pieces.
Such very small pieces.
No sharp edges.
Almost like pebbles.

Such small pieces that can’t be put together.
Just like tempered glass.

July 2019 Writing Prompts

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