‘Glass-like’ Beings

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They say, those who live in glass houses;

Should not throw stones;

As if they are the only ones to be careful;

What about those in wooden houses?

Yeah, they should not leave a candle unattended;

Because an object which could be a weapon;

In one’s hands could also be;

A playtoy in another’s;

Like one’s meat being another’s poison;

Glass can be broken with a hit;

But sometimes it all starts with a crack;

A minute one that you’d might not notice;

But a little pressure here, a little manhandling there;

And it breaks all of a sudden;

Leaving you wondering;

How did it happen?

We are all like glass;

Some transparent enough for others to read us;

Others are rather opaque;

With enough baggage to tint themselves;

Some others can be found in the middle;

You see what they allow you to see;

We all have our distinctive features;

Yet all prone to being broken;

We all have varying tolerance levels;

A heartbreak can send one to a bar;

A few tears and a hangover later and she’d be fine;

 Can keep another behind the desk longer than he has to;

Just to bury himself in work just to forget the pain;

And another to even contemplate suicide;

Because it feels like the end of the world;

We all have our breaking points;

But we are often blind to;

Or too preoccupied to notice the cracks;

And we keep hitting on the pressure points;

Or allowing others to do that;

Alluding to the assumption;

That we can handle it;

Some glass can stand a bullet;

Others can’t even stand a drop;

Know thyself;

Appreciate what you can handle;

And what you can’t;

It doesn’t make you weaker or inferior;

It makes you unique;

We were all created different;

With varying temperaments;

Under diverse conditions;

In different backgrounds;

Know the type of glass you are;

And don’t call for a bullet;

When all you can take is a stone.

© Josephine Amoako 2016