Smashing Glass

Smashing Glass

It wasn’t rage that did it

just something sharp and clear

a need to hear the silence

shatter close and near

No warning in the breaking

just weight that slipped and fell

a flash of something aching

too jagged now to tell

It scattered like a secret

I couldn’t hold inside

and every piece that glittered

was something I had lied

The floor became a mirror

of things I couldn’t name

and standing there in quiet

I didn’t feel the same

You came too late to stop it

your voice too soft, too slow

I stared at all that damage

and knew you’d never know

It wasn’t just the window

or wineglass in my hand

it was the part inside me

you never tried to understand