Broken Glass

It was actually different today.

I was looking down,

when the world looked up,

with beaming eyes, ready to take prey.

I was sad,

when the world was happy,

mocking a poor soul, who didn't know much better.

I was not laughing,

when the world was laughing,

at this poor soul, with ridicule and humility.

I was not thinking of the negativity,

when the world was thinking of it, 

seeing these feelings take me whole.

But something hits me:

As they were laughing,

as a force tried to bring the soul out of the stuffy room...

The soul was laughing right along.

What simple feelings take her whole, but,

why ridicule this poor soul?

What monsters, oh what monsters we seem...

Poking at disabilities.

Heartbroken, I watch time pass,

I see the thought of broken glass.

The pain that bothers my weakened feet,

from broken glass have take the feat.

...But it hurts me, because

 it was always like this.

©LJ

4 September, 2012