Glass heart

I can't say when  you took my heart. My glass heart.

I say took, because I didn't mean to give it to you. But at some point, you saw it lying there, in need of dusting off, and picked it up. You cleaned it off. Made it shine again.  Then you just kept it.  

You carried with you wherever you  went , and I didn't mind. Though I knew it wasn't yours in the end, I trusted you to keep it safe for me. And you did. It was always protected, always watched over. And you carried it with you along your safe paths. 

   But them your paths got a little rougher. A little dangerous. I could feel it happening, because my glass heart told me. But I knew it was still safe with you. But your path continued to get a little more risky, and others began to push you further that way. But you carried my heart in your hands the whole way, keeping it safe and warm. Suddenly, the others, the ones pushing you down rough paths, you turned and faced them. But they caught you off guard. They were more frightening than you anticipated. They began to hurt you, and push you towards a narrow bridge. When they hurt you, they chipped at my glass heart.

   I felt your hurt, too. They pushed you further and further onto the narrow bridge, hurting you and chipping my heart more and more. Until you couldn't take it anymore. You turned around again, you confronted them again. You fought back this time, but again, they overpowered you. I watched as it all unfolded. They blindsided you, and you slipped. I watched as you fell off the bridge, tumbling down bellow. Andy heart. My glass heart.

It slid from your hands.

I watched it descend. As if in slow motion, I watched it fall. I saw every frame as it fell to the bridge's floor. 

I watched it shatter. 

My glass heart.

I saw my world fall apart. 

I knew from the start that it it wasn't yours to keep, but you still held onto it, and kept it safe for me. 

Untill you couldn't anymore. Thank you for that. 

As I say there, staring at the pieces of my shattered glass heart, I asked myself

"How do you repair a glass heart?" 

I knew the answer, and I knew it would be difficult. I knew I would cut myself on my own shards, but I still knew how to fix it. How to fix my glass heart.

One piece at a time.

I just hope you'll show back up to help me.

Phrank McSparrow