AGAINST THE GLASS BY ERIN TATUM

Born the same
But always different
A chasm I can’t cross
Right alongside you
Fractured reflections
Glint with resilience

You wave your hand
Wholly uninterested
In my parity
“No peer of mine.”
Humanity lost
In casual whispers

Without regard
For truth or heart
Surface separations
Dismember my ambitions
A grief unmourned
And still a spark within me

Such tantalizing clarity
Possibilities in focus
Held aloft by determination
Or perhaps delusion now
Patience my only ally
Through reality’s cold winter

Every sunrise
Holds a chance
“Maybe today,”
With a wry smile
I lean my forehead
Against the glass