Broken Glass

Stains of life, distinct in their hues, many are older while others are new, they make up the whole

Pane of glass, like the ones in grand cathedrals, a stunning spectacle to behold

Full of hope

Until it all goes up in smoke

Crystal clear, like spring water to the soul, but you were out of my control, solely my fault

Peer on through, just long enough to see, the walls of insecurity, crumble and fall

You knew I was as fragile as

A pane of broken glass

Never was all that tempered

The cracks are inevitable