Shattered Glass Heart

The heart, a fragile glass it seems, Shattered by a love, not meant to be, Shards upon the floor it gleams, Reflecting what used to be.

Each jagged piece, a memory, Of whispered words and stolen sighs, A future built on fallacy, Now fallen with averted eyes.

The pain, a searing, burning ache, Constricting like a tightened band, Each breath a labored, wheezing break, In this desolate, forsaken land.

Tears fall like rain on broken stone, Washing away the dreams we made, Leaving behind a heart alone, In this love's cruel, bitter charade.

The echoes of laughter turn to dust, Footprints in the sand are swept away, Silence hangs heavy, a crushing gust, In the aftermath of yesterday.

Hope, a flickering, dying ember, Struggles against the encroaching night, Can love's ashes truly remember, To rekindle warmth and burning light?

But even in the deepest despair, A seed of strength begins to sprout, The will to mend, the will to repair, The courage to rise from self-inflicted doubt.

For the heart, though fragile, can mend, With time, with tears, with gentle care, The cracks may whisper, never end, But scars become a strength to wear.

So let the shattered pieces lie, Symbols of a love that couldn't be, And gather up the will to try, To find a love that sets you free.

For heartache, though it cuts so deep, Is but a chapter, not the end, A chance to learn, a chance to leap, And find a love that will transcend.

With open arms and mended heart, Embrace the unknown, unafraid, A new horizon sets to start, A love unwritten, yet to be made.

So let the glass heart mend and gleam, Reflecting a love, yet to unfold, Shattered pieces, a shattered dream, Transformed to a story yet untold.