"Glass Castle" by Jeannette Wells is my favorite book because I can relate to her. She felt like she did not have control over her own life and was stuck in a miserable storm that wouldn't let go. This poem was inspired by the view of "Glass Castle"' on dreams shattering and my own personal experiences about feelings of being unable to do anything to improve my situation.
Her hair seizures in the wind.
Isolation and emptiness
grew in her heart like a
malignant tumor.
Her breaths were small and
insignificant.
The small body stood.
Unmoving
and on the verge of death.
Her static face refused
to wince despite the pain in
her feet.
In the chaotic silence,
A soft voice screamed.
A voice that commanded
Attention:
Is this it?
Is this who I'm meant to be?
Will I ever be more than
the depressed girl in the corner?
Will I ever be more than
the crazy chick in the yearbook?
I just..
I just want to be like everyone else.
It's not fair.
I didn't even have a say
in Who I wanted to be.
Finally, her static face changes.
A single tear fell from her
empty eyes,
and she continued to walk.
She walked on the
shards of glass,
knowing,
this was her destiny.
Life will never get better.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental.
