Glass Heart

As my voice gives out

and the darkness seeps through

my imaginary walls

I'm left with only the sound of my heart

the heart that has taken me through so many pains and sufferings

broke and cracked as if made of a thin weak glass

What am I to do with such a fragile heart, now broken

but to melt the glass heart down with love and warmth

rejuvenating it to it's once former glory

the sun can once again dance through the glass

and shine light on my once sorrowfully broken heart

this love that melted my heart 

unfortunately did not mend the darkness and tragedies

but instead has learned to coincide instead.

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