As Human Beings
we desire touch, requited love, and to be held.
In a futile attempt to fulfill these needs,
we let ourselves be judged by people who don’t deserve to
judge.
Those who think they are above being judged,
and who hide the scars of being judged in the past.

We all crave that thing that will satisfy us,
(forever love that doesn’t die)
but before we achieve that,
the people deem that we put ourselves on the line
and let ourselves be weighed on those golden scales that represent everything
that has an ounce of power in this dark courtroom of a world.

We throw our glass hearts into this world and hope it is caught
safely, (by the right people).
That is, it doesn’t shatter on the concrete below,
or fall into the never-ending ending abyss of darkness.
We want it to be held close and warm up til it turns to the sand from which it
started.

I’ve been there.
I threw my glass heart into the air,
and let it be caught by the wrong person.
Like a child with a toy,
he continued to throw it in the air and catch it until he decided
that he was bored.
He let it shatter on the uneven street corner of love and family,
the shards mixing among the
broken bottles of shattered dreams.
I was left -alone- to pick up the pieces and drag them home to put together again.
Through tear drained eyes,
I picked up those pieces of shattered dreams and lost the understanding of how to love Him.
Now my heart is in the shape of something
that is unsymmetrical and isn’t a recognized shape.
It is mismatched like the relationship that destroyed it,
and now I know better than to throw my heart up like so many others.
I know now to keep it in the dark where it is safe from His prying hands.