One Poem by Sarah Robin

 

Glass Wall

 

A naked figure sits hunched over on the floor,

Their arms wrapped around their body.

Surrounded by a wall of thick glass;

Closed off from everyone and everything

But visible to all.

 

Muffled voices and banging fists

Attack the barrier, desperate to help

But unable to break through;

Unable to touch them or hold them close,

Or provide comfort and love.

 

Soft, calming voices of reason

Bounce off the glass, instantly rejected.

Ideas of solutions break down,

Unable to withstand the backlash,

Crumbling onto the floor.

 

The wall stands strong, unharmed,

No scratches, no cracks; unbreakable.

Those on the outside watch on helplessly

And the figure continues to suffer alone;

Willingly.

 

Outsiders sit by the glass

Unable to help but they stay.

Always there in good faith

That one day the figure may accept help

And take the wall away.

 

 

Sarah Robin is a new writer from Bolton, England, starting her writing journey during the coronavirus pandemic. Robin has had several pieces of work published in anthologies and online literary magazines as well as being a competition winner for both short fiction and poetry. She is also a prose reader for Sepia Journal.

Twitter: @SRobinWriter