Heart of Glass

If my chest were made of glass
You could see the scars of my past
Witness it heal if you were near
Once cold and dark, revived in warmth
Circulating pure intentions
The hole you filled has stopped the bleeding
Once flatlined, now beating
If you could see the heart inside
Fragile and delicate
Weary and afraid
My chest is not made of glass
If it were, would you break through?
There is no window looking in
Your mind creates what might be true
For you can not see through walls
No one can.