Heart Of Glass

Be gentle with me,
My soul was molded out of sand
Like a child on a beach of promise.
Instead of washing away in calm, gentle waves,
It was burned and heated
By those who are stronger than me.
They scorched me; hammered it into what they wanted,
‘Til all of the tiny grains of hope were melted.
They clung to existence,
Smoothing out and clinging to each other for dear life.
Draining all the colors and unique pieces I had,
Now all that is, all that you can have, is this.
A cold, transparent glass heart.
Because of those before you,
I am holding my breath.
If your lips touch mine,
I am likely to shatter.
Be gentle with me.