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Made Of Glass

A poetic exploration of fragility.

A shattered glass pane.
Photo by 🇻🇪 Jose G. Ortega Castro 🇲🇽 on Unsplash

Midnight, Twilight, Thunder I ask,
Why do these things scare you?
Is your soul made of glass?
Fragile, but full of clarity.

Knowing each and every step,
A carefully planned candelabra,
It is Gold, not Brass, I expect.
Traversing each boundary,
Lost in every way.



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Tas (they/them)

Tas (they/them)

We are autistic members of the disability community and hold various mental health diagnoses. We are advocates for social justice, writers and scholars of life.