Like Glass...

People never really talk about it

Its something I just realized

Maybe its different for everyone

What I'm trying to say is

Our hearts might be made of glass

They may be transparent vessels

Some may be thin

and some maybe dense

Or cloudy

Maybe shallow

like murky river water

Some may have cracks

Or pieces may have been chipped away so their edges are rough

When glass is broken

It can never truly be mended

Like scars

A physical reminder

of hurt