the softness on my face
i cannot feel from without
only a knowing
a lack of hardness from within

the tears that i can no longer cry
that left concrete trails down the center of my face
as a warning to not be soft
a path to be read with the hands only

then the light came
and shattered the crystal
yet the shards were buried
in places i could not reach
with spirit straining
and bereft

to look within myself
through the reflection of anothers eyes
to hear my cries
coming from
someone who looks nothing like me
from without

and to fly
high above the melting ground
which takes my resolution with it
and to view the sky
from a place with no walls

ultimate hope
unending blue
like the blue of the breathe
i feel in the softness
of the touch
upon my face