Bullets

Emotions are not to be shared with strangers. I’m sure we’d all agree, however, that poetry is meant to be shared.

Emotions
Are like bullet proof glass.
It took a lot of work
And endless testing
To design a glass so strong.
And yet,
Even a bullet can’t shatter it’s strength.
Emotions
Can’t be shattered.
But like any man made thing
Bullet proof glass is fallible.
It may not shatter,
But it cracks.
Great, spider web like cracks,
Reaching across the whole sheet,
Scarring it indefinitely.
But the bullets don’t make it through.
Words said without tact,
With malice,
With spite,
Are bullets, reaching for our souls.
Even with our crusty,
Bullet proof,
Impenetrable walls of protection,
There are still going to be
Those bullets
That crack us.
Tiny cracks at first,
Then huge,
Momentous cracks,
Taking up your whole thoughts and minds as your brain screams out,
‘WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? WE WERE FRIENDS, YOU BETRAYED ME!’
But gradually,
Our cracks disappear.
A bit of sealant there,
A bit of duct tape here,
And soon we’re all patched up,
And ready to move on
To the next bullet.
But that first bullet,
The one that cracked our wall,
Is never forgotten.
It’s always visible,
If you look hard enough.
If you have the courage
To reach for the hurt.
But there is no balm,
Salve,
Herb,
Or sweet,
That could ever
Erase the bullet
From your soul.

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About ProjectPerfection

This year, my last of highschool, this blog will be used as prep for NaNoWriMo and hopefully will keep me on track through all of it. Feel free to drop me a line anytime.
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