glass


i reach out
and touch the clear unbroken surface
of a world visible
but intangible, unattainable;
and, through the shining portal
i can see myself, reaching,
and i am called home.
things are so bright..
they shine with love, acceptance, and
i wish to shed this skin, this
mortal shell,
to reach and merge with the world i see.

my hand touches glass instead of warmth.
i stare into my eyes, cold in the mirror
and see the world fading.
there is no salvation, and I am trapped
here in this nothing.
the mirror mocks me...

it shows me a façade and
makes me rekindle hope
(for a moment)
to find myself, stuck here within
this mortal coil, this human form.

the glass is cold.
tomorrow, it will be gone...

if i wait only a second more.