Glass

I am glass. I am fragile. A piece of fine porcelain. If you drop me I will break. Please don’t drop me. You have yet to see me shatter, but understand that I am not shatter-proof. I am real and I am human and I can break. A million or more tiny little shards of glass will I become all over the floor, unable to be saved. You must look at me and accept the strength that is really not there. Know that I am breakable. Know that I am sorrowful. A sadness that will not be lifted…cannot be lifted. For how I am now is how I ever shall be. Deepness wanders and goes far from this place. The depth of this soul is only as profound as the tumbler that is my being. MY being. You cannot take that away.