Hearts are Glass Houses

An attempt to describe what it's like to let someone in to that inner sanctum.

My heart is a glass house

It frames my emotions

Yet my home, it has a wall

An obstacle I have created

Vainly hoping it will be my protection

Now and again as they surely must

An intruder slips on past

Or worse I welcome someone

I let them in so they might

Wander, through fragile halls

Walking on floors so delicate

Wherever they step a small crack forms

But I pretend not to notice

Instead I lead them deeper

Their touch leaves impressions

Wherever they stray

The glass it becomes beautifully stained

 

However the colored glass is prone to fracture

Eventually a piece breaks off

And with that those guests

They take their leave with haste

On their way out they tread heavily

Original cracks spread

The ground resembles a spider’s web

With all the tiny fissures

As they walk away the floors shatter

And the walls crumble

 

I am left alone this way

To rebuild what I’d shared

I promise a stronger material

But end up with larger walls

And the same glass house

 

Yet no matter the obstacle

Those that got in once

Seem to come and go

At their pleasure

Theirs always cracks in this house of mine

 

For all that I wonder

Why ever make something so precious

So fragile

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

A very beautiful extended metaphor. The imagery and comparison is brilliant and sad, but very lovely. Well penned. Thank you.

[Spencer Bridges]

Wow, that's a very effective metaphor