Glass Soul - (Poetic?) Prose

My soul is made of glass, reinforced glass.

You can see through glass, it shields things, but it lets the light touch them, it gives one the option to peer through it but keeps the integrity of what is behind it.
And so I am, I am someone with a soul made of glass, reinforced glass. I don't hide anything, when asked I answer questions with honesty and to the best of my ability, I do not hide things about myself, yet people think of me as a devious and secretive person. When I ask them a question, any question, they think I have a hidden agenda, that I ask one question in order to get the answer to another, not just one person either.

Think of glass, easily broken.
But my soul is made of reinforced glass, it can endure mostly anything, we live in today's world, can't let any random thug break my front window and steal whatever he wants, now, can I?

Think of glass, not that different from mirrors, is it? What you put in is what you get, distorted as any reflection is and just as accurate. What is a mirror if not glass with something dark behind it?
And so is my soul, what you put in is what you get out, what you put in is who I am, am I not you as perceived by me?

Think of the glass, it shows what lies behind it, think of the games of light and shadow that are caused by glass, light it from an angle and you see what is behind it, Light it frontal and you might get blinded by the reflection.

Think of the glass, you can see exactly what lies behind, but if you look for yourself in it, that's what you'll see, that's all you'll see.

Think some more of the games of light and shadow in the glass, think more of the mirrors, and forget all about "Smoke and Mirrors", I am not like that, oh no, my soul is a soul of glass, reinforced glass.

Think of the games of light and shadow, glass shows you what is behind, but sometimes things change what you see, but still, you see what is behind, don't you?

Think of the glass, and then think of my soul, the soul of glass, my soul is just like glass. It must be...no, it is! There is no other option, my soul is just like everyone else's, just like all grains of sand, just like snowflakes, my glass soul, my soul, mine, and yours to peer at, yours and never mine, I as the glass soul look from the inside outside, never from the inside inside, the glass is there to be looked through after all, yes, that's it.

One of my earliest pieces in English, from December 2002. It straddles the line between prose and poetic prose, not really getting into the realm of a full-blown "poem," and it is also more abstract than my current writing, and yet, personal.
I hope you lot enjoy these glimpses into my writings from a very different stage in my life, as I just entered high school, and was still finding my writing voice in English, and unlearning the one I had in Hebrew.

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