Poem: As Rigid As Glass

I feel like glass.
As if at the slightest touch, I will shatter.
The light is bright, too bright.
I am dressed stylishly, and feel frozen.
The glass in my hand is chilled.118
My eyes are glazed.
Everyone around me chatters brightly.
But I am silent.
I feel frozen, unable to start.
Where do I begin?
Everyone has formed into groups?
So where do I belong?
How do I break in?

–Cynthia Haggard writes short stories, novels and poetry.  During the day, she is a medical writer and owns her own business.  For more on her creative writing, go to spunstories.  For more about her medical writing services, go to clarifyingconcepts.  (c) 2009. All rights reserved.

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