Hourglasses

Fill this crystal glass with something more than ice.
Give me the will, the unsuspecting courage, the confidence.
To live my life. Let me understand, am I lined up behind the damned? Will this crack mend? Realize glass does not bend. Thoughts scattered. Filling up slowly but surely. Will this glass shatter? It's only a matter of time, then we'll know if this glass will still have its shine. Imagine shattering, nothing else mattering, scattered and lost by bits and pieces into the earth. Decaying into the dirt. Making room for more hurt. I'll wipe this stain from my shirt, the pain from eyes, the tears hidden inside, pick myself up from the ground and tell myself I'm found, swim away from drowning myself in time and keep following the sound.