I see through you. I can see the light behind your shield. Still I am away from it. I am scratching endlessly on you to make create a whole or at least a scratch that would allow me to slip through.
At the same time, I know you mean well, you have protected me from hurts of loss and ridicule. And in return, I am holding onto you, the security of my glass shield that is like running-sand slipping through my figures.
I am hanging on a thread between the world of my shield and Your embrace, completely lost.
I wish You reached down for me and pulled me through this glass wall in your protective, loving cradle of sounds.