Dreams,
Clear crystals,
Bending beams
Of hope into every direction.
Transparent.
Unbroken glass.
The future apparent.
But untouchable.
Scatter
Sand grains
Small wonders when fused together.
By the flame of passion.
Dreams
Glass pane.
Hammer makes a scream.
Shatter to the floor to abuse my toes.
Smooth
Sandpaper scolds.
Clear aspirations that soothe
My insecurity.
Crack.
Small incision.
Threatens front and back.
Away from shine.