Glass Houses & Heartbroken Basements

Spending my time
to not be afraid
of this glass house
the fragile floors
that can plunge you
to the dark basement.

How can the light not penetrate it?

The first step
takes months,
to check for the cracks,
to make sure I won't
cave in,
to stop being afraid.

Is bravery not doing the things that scare you?

All the while
I haven't noticed
you have one foot
out the door.
The glass floor
scares you too.

How do you know what is worth fighting for?

I could run away, like you,
but I'm tired.
Tired of glass houses.
Tired of their doors.
Tired of their heartbroken basements.
Tired of running.

Isn't every choice a leap of faith?

I have the scars to prove
that glass houses
cut deep.
And the memories to show
the beauty of the sun shining through
surrounding you in its warmth.

Do the rewards not outweigh the risks?

The choice is always the same.
Take the risk.
Or go.
Go and find another risk to take.
Every time the same.
Just another glass house.

Does the cycle ever end?

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