Give me the liberty to write a page| Exercise my pen| As the ink form the words into sentences| The similes and metaphors personifying my letters| Bringing them to life| Like shards of glass breaking apart| Broken into pieces waiting to be picked up| Wanting to be recycled and reused| Perhaps manipulated into something more helpful for those in need of it more than I| Why not reuse it?| There's no clear definition to define the use for this glass| More than one use| More than one flavor for different tastes to consume that which is inside| Why Have such beautiful china kept closed inside| Might be a treasure to be admired and shared with only those you love| Yet we are all apart of the same family| Shouldn't that beauty be open for the world to see and use?| It might be of a better use to someone in need of a drink|