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SG Teen Poetry Spotlight Featuring Caison Crawford


By Caison Crawford

Tempered Glass

I'm hiding behind tempered glass
Longing to survive fears impact
I’ll leave this earth without a scratch
Resistant to life's cracks
So temper temper this tempered glass
Can withstand your childish tantrums
Enduring even my troubling outburst
And frightening anthems

Fear crawls right through
The glass I intended to
Protect me from the threatening thoughts that evoke my temper
I chase an inner peace that can console me
But I fail every time
Oh, Wile E. Coyote
Will I spend my life attempting to catch the same thing?
And if I catch it, then what?
Will I be nothing more than a dog chasing its own tail
Entailing a further desire to obtain the impossible

I see the calm
When I make eye contact with the moon
Uncovering winter's veil
Taking the wind out my sails
A prerequisite for the summer to prevail
Brightening my darkened mindset
Seeing the bright sides peering through the tempered glass
So I ask myself “who am I really protecting?”
Others? Or myself?

I'm running down roads I recently ran on
I'm glad it's night
With Gladys Knight pumping life through my headphones
Cancelling the noise of fears lullaby
The moons adjacent to the stars
My girl do look good in the moonlight
That's one observation I do get right
As of now it's too late to tamper with this glass
I know now I’m not protecting myself
I'm protecting her from my temper
Until I can learn to appreciate what I have
While learning to let go
So when my feelings get low
I'll remember I am both the match and the candle

About Caison:
My name is Caison Crawford. I am a 16 year who currently attends Providence St. Mel. I developed a passion for writing poetry and songs in my freshman year of high school and have been doing it ever since then. To me, poetry expresses an outlet to get all of my pent up thoughts and emotions out to the world. Doing that gives me a sense of release from the frustration and sadness of life can dish out. Without poetry, I'm not sure who I would be right now. My desires now are to show my poetry with those who feel similar to how I do or did so they can relate to me and find a feeling of comfort knowing that they aren't alone.

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