Stone In Glass House. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The world feels wrong, the path unclear,
Led by hands that cause such fear.
I see the cracks, the growing strain,
And silence feels like pouring rain.

My home is glass, I know it's true,
But words are stones, I must throw through.
They might not land where they should be,
Might bounce right back and fall on me.

My voice is small, unheard, unseen,
Against the noise, a tiny bean.
But still I speak, I cannot hide,
The wrong I see, deep down inside.

So stone by stone, I'll make my stand,
A fragile hope in this broken land.
Even in glass, I'll throw and pray,
For a brighter future, come what may.

T.M.Solvang