Letters to the Old Soul

glass heart

From scratch,
I know every piece of this glass
heart.
How she wishes nothing more
than to master the art
of love

but she is so delicate
so naive.

one can see the sticker taped
-- or should, anyway--
a note that states
"Handle with care"

It's too bad only few have ever
held her
never minding that mere sticker

but oh how happy she was to have felt
for a moment-- victorious.
with hope she might have found
love so sweet
but a father's betrayal
a boy's deceit
felt exactly how it sounded.

now she thinks
hope is lost
who would want her now
her
and her shattered pieces.

Will there come a day
when the soft touch of rain
will feel like peace
again.

Will there a come day
when a man sees her
and heeds that stupid sticker.

perhaps he would love her
how God intended her to be loved.
as she is.
not in pieces.