Broken Glass Poem by Verilyn Titus

Sometimes it feels like I'm walking on broken glass...
For every step I take makes my pain last...
Knowing you are out there too...
Walking on the same glass hoping it doesn't cut you...
But unfortunately everyone bleeds once in a while...
Even those that face it and live in denial...
To protect a secret and live in their own Hell...
Must be a place of great sadness do tell...
And though broken glass should be discarded or thrown away...
You choose to cover it with a band aid even today...
Not yet realizing in order for wounds to heal...
You need to throw the band aid away and live life for real.