Broken Glass

Can two unlike hearts ever find each other?

Out of sight and even out of time.

Or is life just a teasing game?

That tickles the mind to madness.

The tragedy of losing the one she loved again,

Is too costly.

But could fate deal her a better hand?

Knowing her,

Probably not,

Always the loser,

Always finishing last,

This her reality.

She feels the pain of a hundred winters,

The icy cold,

Gripping her from the outside in.

There goes her warm cheeks,

What next?

Her heart?

She reminds herself,

Swearing allegiance to sorrow.

Shunning even a glimmer of joy,

To make way for bountiful sadness.

Her heart like glass,

Breaks yet rejoins,

Makes it thicker,

Tougher,

Weaker.

Sheltered from the world,

Away from hurt,

Pain,

And even love.