Icy Glass

By Jessica Thai

My family is like a snow globe

             My brother is the snowman

             trapped in his perfect world

             Not knowing of grafitication

                                   nor suffering

My mother is the liquid

     that surrounds the snowman

              Protecting him from all harm

My father is the glass that is fragile. . .

       But still powerful enough to hold the liquid together

I am the snowflakes trying to get somewhere

         floating around in circles

                  around the snowman checking on him often

                  rarely running into the glass

                  but no matter where the snowflakes go

                         the liquid is always there

Eventually, the snowflakes will not have

                 a place to go and will

                                      float

                                         back

                                            down

                                                to

                                                  reality.