Rose Cordova, Staff Writer and Social Media Contributor
Shattered glass, glass that has been picked up and put back together time and time again with glue, low-quality glue, but glue nonetheless. The glue is what keeps it together, as it is medication or pure ignorance. It acts as a protector from the things shattered glass chooses not to see. The glue, in its opinion, helps the shattered glass. It saves the shattered glass from any more harm, from tiny disputes to detrimental conflict. What the glue does not know is that the shattered glass no longer wants protection but to feel the war within, to fight, to live, to survive, to die. The shattered glass pleads and pleads with the glue, but the glue is relentless; it sees no problem with staying put; it is a creature of habit by pure definition: “Someone who has a noticeable number of habits that determine or characterize his behavior, a methodical kind of person, a very willing slave to routine.” (Unknown Author).
Despite the glue’s decision to never leave, the shattered glass begins to pick at the glue, its low quality; therefore, the shattered glass is capable of ridding itself of the glue, but it is never that simple. How could it be? The shattered glass tries and tries again, never ceasing to stop for a break, but the glue is stronger than it seems. The glue behaves as concrete to the shattered glass. The shattered glass comes across the idea of hiding the glue, to maybe cover it with paint or band-aids, so it tries. But don’t you see? The glue does not care anymore; glue decides there is never an escape, that it would be the leech. “Ah, you can never leave,” the glue will say. For a time, the shattered glass believes it, but the shattered glass sees itself as one who has fought, is resilient, and refuses to back down. The shattered glass is tired of being stuck; it finds no purpose in that. But, the glue sees its purpose and is angry that the shattered glass would even think to take that from it. Honestly, the shattered glass loves the glue; it has helped them for years, but it’s time to let go. The glue will finally let go, and the shattered glass will begin to heal itself piece by piece. It will never be perfect, but the shattered glass will try. For I am both the shattered glass and the glue.