Among the Glass

A stone lady
Standing among
The people of glass
Walking a step forward
In what she hopes
Is the right direction
 .
She spins and twirls
In an attempt
To show
She can be light
And pretty as glass
Too
 .
She steps up
Trying to speak to people
In her stone tongue
She taps them
Trying to get their attention
But only succeeding
In shattering their nerves
 .
Crystal cracking
As she steps
Warily back
Her mouth closed
So she does not wound
With a harsh tongue
As her hands
Twiddle nervously
Behind her back
 .
As she walks
Away
She accepts
She can never be made of glass
 .
She reaches out
To shake the hands of the people
She met
To say goodbye
But
They don’t want to touch her
 .
She wraps
Her hands
In a softened cloth
To shake their hands
A farewell
They tentatively reach out
As she gently
Hold their hands
By slipping fingers
Readying herself
To return
To the land
Of cold stone
And unbroken handshakes

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