There was a woman and
she was young and
she was pretty,
but no one
ever told her that.
She really was not sure
What to do-or what not to-she lived in a glass house
and in the glass house she was told
not to make too much noise.
she could stay there as long as
the walls didn’t fall down.
So the woman would sit in the bright white house
and wonder what
she could do
so that the walls would stay up.
She lived there after all, and she needed a house
In the day it was bright
and at night somehow it was brighter because
what no one told her
was that she,
the girl behind the glass, lit up everything.
“Stay here” they said.
“Watch this place darling,
make it your palace.” they said,
“a lady like you
So she stayed where she was and went about
doing whatever she could to keep the grand ivory mansion gleaming.
She cleaned, she dusted,
The house was always pristine, ready for any guest
that may come to visit, but
no one ever did.
The woman had spent her days in a gorgeous place
and she had a beautiful time
living there, she truly did because she had so much of everything.
Her silks, her jewels, the music and
Though she wondered
why am I alone
in this immaculate place?
Everything was ready for
another soul to see
but the woman never saw anyone see anything.
She knew every piece of
She cleaned every inch of
on her own.
One evening she rested on the staircase toying
with a pebble
she enjoyed the tap it made as it clacked the glass.
The harder the throw, the louder the tap.
She knew what this place
was made of,
what she didn’t know
was that she herself was stronger
than the beautiful box
they had put her in.
At night the woman would
shine brighter than the sun itself and she finally saw why.
She was made of diamonds.
That’s why they had asked
her to stay!
Not for her own sake but to keep the diamonds safe.
She was a treasure they had
No one ever came because
was too thick
for them to get through.
She tossed the pebble
against the glass,
the surface of her pale slender
Toss the pebble. Tap. Toss the pebble tap.
They just wanted to keep a treasure like her from leaving.
“They warned me about the walls,” she said in a whisper that had both the grace of a floating feather and the severity of a lion’s roar.
The woman stood, clenching the pebble in her palm.
“They never said it was because I’m the only one who can bring them down.”
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