Glass Shoes

Glass Shoes

Shirani Rajapakse

 

You came with a mold, a pair of

glass shoes I had to fit myself into,

like some lonely woman in

a fairytale you read as a child.

Sparkling in the light, gold details enticing,

you thought I’d fall for your gifts

unquestioning.

 

Your words attached to the shoes

like some strange design tumbled out

thunder across the sky.

Your rules, a

long winding list, like the potholed road

swirling up a mountain I travelled

a long time ago,

that made me sick of the journey

even before it began.

 

I refused to play.

Declined to walk in tall stilettos with

my toes pinching like

a million ants in attack mode,

my back weighed down at every step.

 

You tried to break me like

a horse in some foreign stable you

once visited.

 

I couldn’t be a slave to your

master command, thinly veiled by

your so-called modernity, the

worldliness you portrayed by your

cosmopolitan lifestyle.

Yet your mind dwelled deep inside

a cave in an ancient time

long forgotten by me,

but remembered so well by you,

the information guarded and

ideas nurtured within.

A Neanderthal in a business suit.

You were no different from the rest that

passed by my view, although I never

saw through it

until, until, until.

 

And then it was too late.

 

The glass ceiling restricted me, threw

me back every time I boldly took

a hammer to it, told me silently I could go

no further, until I walked

out, slammed the door, watched the glass

shatter into little pieces that reflected

my face like a million and one

photographs scattered on the floor, and

I started to live the way I chose.

 

Your glass shoes confined

and imprisoned me in

an invisible cage I never knew existed and

I’m still trying hard to break free, find

the door in this seamless place, my

song stuck, plastered to the walls of my heart,

my words crumbling, eggshells

in the silence, my voice

no longer recognizable and my

mind withered leaves

no one needs anymore.


About the author: Shirani Rajapakse is a poet and short story writer from Sri Lanka, with eight published books, most of which have won or been shortlisted for major literary awards. Her honours include multiple State Literary Awards (Sri Lanka), the Boao International Poetry Award (China), and international recognitions across Europe, Asia, and the USA. In 2025, she received the Gold Medal for Contribution to the Development of World Literature from the World Organization of Writers. Rajapakse holds a BA in English Literature from the University of Kelaniya and an MA in International Relations from Jawaharlal Nehru University, India.