Glass Houses

Who will reach them?
These brittle young women
Trying too hard to make something of themselves
As though a self can be made
Or bought at a trendy imports store.

Will they answer the knock
When trouble comes calling?
Open themselves to be melted and blown,
Led down the road not chosen
To what they are seeking?

I hope they won't become sharper still
Shards that glitter on the doorsill
As a warning to other young women,
"Don't come this way!"
Handing out lostness like candy at the town parade.