The Statue and the Glass

The Statue and the Glass.

The statue and the glass are facets
Of my love for you
One makes me completely free
The other leaves me blue.
The statue is my altar for
The parts you let me love
The glass must leave me crying for
The parts I cannot have.

I view you through this sheet so thin
But never can I touch
The mind, the heart, the bone, the skin
I cherish oh so much
For prison comes in many forms
Of seen and unseen walls
Like failing to prevent the harm
You come to when you fall.

The statue is the way I feel
When your love sets me free
The glass is how I cut and kneel
When you are cruel to me.
In life there is no harder role
When pain is felt so clearly
To hate this glass with all my soul
And love the statue dearly.