love me
like the fog –
like the fog loves december –
for the winter gets blurry
and it's hard to remember
hold me
like the fog –
like the fog holds the town –
although i may not see you
let me know you're around
run me
like the fog –
like the fog runs the hill –
wait for me to collapse
from the great northern chill
then cut me
like the wind
slicing through the gray sky
disappear with the fog
with no merciful goodbye.
I will not shave my legs
not because I am against it
but because being myself feels like my own act
of rebellion
I will not quiet down
let the world hear my pride and excitement
but I will not shout
When you get an eyelash in your eye
a wish will fall in with it
each one holds memories
stained with the makeup of your life
if the memory is tainted
with trauma, fear, or pain
The Glass Statue Girl
looks at the world with eyes of shards
moves through life like a river
her figure sluicing across paths of people
who see a clear accessory
The Glass Statue Girl
Comments
This poem is beautiful! I love the reputation of fog and the rhyme structure at the end of the first section. This poem tells a story through imagery and it calms the heart to read!
Thank you so much! I wrote it on a very foggy day this December and I'm so glad it had the feeling I intended!
Beautiful poem! love the repetition. I also love the image of fog as I serves as both an active character in the poem and a simile.
Thank you! I love personification in poems.
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