Glass House

I live in a glass house. Everyone can see my insides.  Call me China doll. Call me breakable. Call me pretty to look at.  That's what Miranda means in Spanish you know.  Pretty to look at like a mirror...A reflection at just the right angle and you can find perfection. A perfect glass house.  See through.  Apparent. Blunt sharp edges that will cut you if you get too close. Don't ask why, just know, that's what glass does! Constructed through time and I can of course see out as well.  I don't see clearly though cause the inside is foggy from all the breath from all my empty words.  So then one day in a round about way someone decided to put bricks around my house.  He was measuring away precisely for the size of my house. Meticulous. I didn't ask him to but he did it.  He thought maybe bricks would be more sturdy.  But I didn't really understand what he was doing. As the layers were building up I started pounding on the glass! Help! Help me! Why won't you help me?  And he just kept measuring and kept laying brick...Ignoring me!  I began weeping all the tears I'd never wept before...And it was an ocean of emotion.  And I kept pounding on my glass! Listen to me! Pay attention to me!  Stop covering up my glass!  And my house filled up with my emotion and everything was swirling around me and I was drowning in myself.  The tears were up to my neck and it was so dark because almost all the bricks had been put in place.  He was patient and wasn't listening to a word I had to say...Just working away.  It was in this darkness that I realized I was different.  Somehow protected by the bricks and the dark even though no light was getting in.  I also... though drowning in emotion can be cathartic, I realized I could swallow my own tears! I was going to live!  And I haven't cried since. And I live in the hugest most beautiful brick mansion! And there are windows to let the sunlight in and I can close them and open them whenever I please.  A few of the windows are stained glass in amazing patterns and that is a reminder of how colorful life can be, even when I can't see through it, and no one can see in.

Written on the Rims in beautiful Billings Montana on a beautiful clear spring day!!!