If you long to be antimony wall —
raise your arm as far as it will take you
until
you meet the strong arm that made yours. Scrape off the grime
set by
self pity
and let yourself be handed the sky.
Glorious light makes its abode here — for it comes in a glass box
compressed
and only entrancing a heart by
its willingness
to crack.
Those closing lines are striking!
I have nothing profound to say, except for I like this one…. a lot!