Made of Glass

[Grace]

I’m made of glass,
seen through but never seen,
my pane is clear
and invisible.

I give vision,
imparted through my naked self,
that light so warm
leaves me cold.

I long to be touched,
like when in those days long ago,
a child’s playful finger
placed a smile upon me.

But, such children were scolded,
and I was cleaned,
by chemicals
and frowns.

Though my being is fragile,
I have an unyielding heart,
a portal for two worlds
which I hold wide open.

The east and the west,
heaven and earth,
meet together through me,
my holy privilege.

For this I was made,
a paradox of proverbs,
profound and alone, alas..
I’m made of glass.


Poet's note: There are some parts of this poem I really don't like, but am feeling a little stuck on how to improve it. I'd love to see if you can spot those points and reveal some better ideas to me. Don't hold back, I love to know my weaknesses. Thank you in advance for your time and thoughtful words.

Interesting poem :-).  The paradox of glass ("seen through/never seen", "fragile/unyielding"), yes, but not sure about "paradox of proverbs"?  The poem left me puzzling over "made of glass" related questions, which is another paradox. The poem is not as clear as glass. As I said..interesting.