Shattered Glass

As I kneel here among the shattered glass,

Frantically attempting to piece together shards,

I know that even if these falling tears from my eyes,

Blood from my hands and aching from my heart,

Were as strong as glue,

The window would never again look as perfect as yesterday.

Although you took the swing to shatter this glass,

Through which your face I could once see,

I know it is my own fault that I kneel here now,

Sparkling splinters covering me.


For all these years I did not know,

That this window’s view,

Looked very different on this side for me,

Than it did for you.


Yes I know deep down that my attempts to rebuild,

This connection we had is but futile,

There’s a gap in my heart that your smile once filled,

So I’ll kneel in this glass all the while.


I just want you to know of the guilt I feel,

That the joy we once had is now gone,

Yet what connection a life without glass would reveal,

Is something I could never take on.


Do not cry my friend, I ask of you,

For it is not from you that I flee,

But how could I ever put my trust in you,

When I cannot put my trust in me?


This glass was here for a reason,

It could not be removed, though you’ve tried,

It’s my fortress, my transparent castle,

The protection behind which I hide.


Though I may appear strong I am weak,

This smile I wear will not last,

So don’t say I’m the one that you seek,

I’m a wreck. Kneeling in glass.

Hi guys. I wrote this quick poem a few days ago to reflect on a current situation I’m in. People walk around with a pane of glass separating them from the world, from others. This glass is transparent, and so friendships can exist between people through a glass layer. But if someone wants to come closer, it can be really tough, and can lead to pain and damage. Sometimes we need to take a step back and understand why the glass is there in the first place.

Hope x


Collapse of Rana Plaza

I wrote this poem inspired by this photograph. On 24 April, an seven-story building collapsed in Savar, near the Bangladeshi capital Dhaka, killing more than 1,100 people. Onlookers gather around the Rana Plaza, the day after its collapse. This poem is written from the perspective of the Bangladeshi photographer. 7-Collapse-of-Rana-Plaza-by-Rahul-Talukder

The shutter clicks and time stands still.

The collapse of Rana Plaza,

A seven-story garment factory,

Reduced to rubble.

The workers were sent home early yesterday,

They returned hours ago.

Destruction held their fleeting lives in its stony grasp,

Their families stand by,

Watching waiting for a beam of light,

All my viewers will see is black and white.

Life and death merge into one,

The hopeful, the hopeless they come,

What once was such sweet creation,

Given way to such potent destruction.

Like little black stitches on expansive grey cloth,

The masses seized by a pain unrelenting,

Calamity and chaos no photo can portray,

As the last remains of hope are sucked away.

Oh Lord it’s more than I can bear,

Seeing these people to whom I belong,

And I’m up here whilst they’re down there,

The horror, the pain, the strangled cries!

They weep in sorrow amid this disaster,

This battlefield of dust and plaster.

But I stand here,

With my camera gear,

Cold hearted, blinking back the tears.

My heart contorts with the grief I feel,

For I am present, yet removed,

Emotions such as these I must conceal,

So I may briefly press the shutter,

Capture this moment, this second, forever,

And reduce the pain to a solemn slumber.

The rubble, ruin everywhere

Fades their presence into distance,

A leaden weight hangs heavy in the air,

Cries of grief like the muted raindrops drumming on my drowning heart.

So I withdraw into myself,

Anonymous, worthless, idle.

Oh, I know I am falling,

Aimlessly helplessly failing,

For the sharps and flats of this symphony,

This melancholy minor key,

Cannot be captured in a single picture.

The only image that shall remain forever,

Is the fragility of our infrastructure,

Oh merciless, cold-hearted nature!

Oh light of day don’t evade me now,

Turn this scene into a piece of art,

And before I sink into despair,

Cloak our land once more

In your sweet summer air,

I don’t know these people anymore,

The love we shared is no longer fresh,

For I sell their pain for financial gain,

So the West may see you Bangladesh.

But the West does not care for the lives destroyed,

They care only for a striking photo,

A contrast between the ground and the sky;

An image in focus;

A piece of art to gaze upon.

What about the lives of the people? I cry,

No they do not care in the least,

So I simply accept their infantile ignorance,

Through my firmly gritted teeth.

Hope x



Soft silver words slide over me,

Your deep velvet voice like silk,

Soothing the hollow spaces of my corpse,

Filling the cavities of my heart


I am but a paper skeleton,

A decaying ruin,

A splinter of the scenery

I have been waiting here so long for you,

To breathe life into my shattered soul


You are my purpose,

My single desire

Your silken voice caresses me,

Bathes my body in silver moonlight


The soft strum of your vocal chords,

A lullaby of snowy sheets

Transport me to another world,

Where we can live together in peace


A symphony of silken sounds

Sweep between your lips like smoke

Stroke my sorrowful stony ears

A melody of spoken words


Your words like silent sparkling stars

Ignite the blanket of noise over this world

My safety, my security

I sink into the pools of your voice


Pirouetting silhouettes of silent swans

Your strong voice envelops my soul

And I succumb to a soft slumber

To see your face again my love, I would wait forever

Hope x

Hey there 🙂 so I love poetry. There are poems inside of me that words can’t handle. I thought I’d share this little one with you, I’ve written it from the perspective of a wife mourning the absence of her husband, a soldier. The couple has only had the telephone as means of communication for the last two years, and she now writes him a letter.

I know this post was a wee bit different to normal. Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think 🙂 love you x