Marbles

I can make words for myself,
I can shine and polish my own being,
For being’s sake,
For life’s sake,
Without cracks, or even with,
I can still function,
I am like a glass moon,
With glass eyes,
And a glass heart,
 Only trying to look through all this light,
To find my own beam at the end of it,
But there is no light from the moon,
Nor from glass.