Glass Heart...
I was given this glass heart,
I was told to protect it, to guard it, to love it.
I enjoyed it for a while,
I would run my fingers over the smooth edges,
And look at it in sheer wonder,
I was awed that I could be given such a gift.
Then one day I didn't take it out and stare at it the same way I used to,
I began to leave it at home when I would visit places,
The awe began to wear off,
I forgot to cherish it and love it.
I stopped cleaning it,
I stopped caring for it,
I even left it out for the elements to abuse it,
I had forgotten what I was given.
I allowed cracks on the surface,
I even dropped it and let deep cracks get into it's once smooth surface,
The glass heart began to get brittle,
And then one day, when I least expected it...it broke.
When it broke, I broke,
I remembered the day it was given to me,
I hated myself for allowing so many cracks into it's surface,
I began to remember how I used to stare at in awe,
I remembered how I used to trace the surfaces with my fingertips,
And after it broke, I picked up the bigger pieces to fix it,
And they dropped out of my hand, and broke into smaller pieces.
After trying and trying to put it back together,
I came to the realization that it is broken and I can't put it back together,
So I took the glass heart to someone who can fix it,
Maybe He can put it back together.
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