the story of glass

a glass boy

There was a boy made out of glass,

His heart pure and clear as a crystal mass.

He walked with caution, afraid to break,

For every step could be his last mistake.

He longed to run, to dance, to play,

But fear held him back, day by day.

He watched the world from behind his walls,

Yearning to join the laughter and calls.

One day, a kind hand reached out to him,

Offering love and warmth, a chance to begin.

The boy hesitated, unsure of his fate,

But the hand was patient, it didn't abate.

Slowly, the boy began to open up,

His heart melting like a frosty cup.

He laughed and played, his fears faded away,

For he had found a friend, a light in his dark day.