How beautiful you must have seemed then, bottled vulnerability a prized and sought after possession.Warnings, obvious only to some, clearly spell out the dangers of drinking too quickly.
For the vessel containing the substance, innocence and beauty, should not be used or abused, better sipped very slowly and appreciated for many years.
Instead they foolishly drank of you, draining you of your every last drop.
Drunk on coward’s power, they drink on.
Where there once was wine and song, shattered dreams and emptiness seem to take hold.
The pressures of life’s oceans may break you,
Shards of glass will roll with the tide.
So lost in the sea of people,
But as they say… time is the greatest healer.
Mending the broken hearted, smoothing away rough jagged edges.
And if ever you feel washed up and no longer needed,
As you lay in the sands of time, your greatest sculpture.
Take comfort in the knowledge that where that beauty once was,
It will always remain in your fragment of glass, your symbol of freedom and happiness.
Copyright © Robyn Whittaker 1996.
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