My soul is kept in a little glass jar.
It floats, and does as it pleases
It's a fragile little thing.
It's been
Dropped
Smashed
Shattered
Cracked
Before.
That hasn't stopped me.
Each time it breaks
It dims
Then gets ever so much
Brighter.
Stronger.
It's patchwork
And precious.
And no one,
Will
Ever,
Be able
To
Break it
