A heart, made of ever thinning glass
Bears cracks and scuffs
Markings of past
How did it come to be this way?
How long has it already been breaking?
And what do you do when it finally bursts in your hands?
Glass shards cascade to the floor,
Cutting anywhere they touch you-
Seemingly no blood comes from them
Yet a scream builds in your chest
A rock in your throat blocks it
Burning your chest and lungs with dead air you can't release
What caused this?
What happened to the grand walls that once protected your great treasure?
Why did they break?
Why must it break now?
Yesterday it was the a beautiful piece,
Being shown to others and loved by them
Even with the cracks it was looked at with kindness.
Now it's in pieces,
With no glue to try to repair it
No one to help me fix it
No heat or warmth to remold the shards of glass
Will it be broken forever?
Onlookers say it won't,
But is that what you really think?
Do you think the still breaking shards even have a chance of being fixed? Being loved again?
