My heart was a purple glass vase
Smashed and thrown against a wall
A trillion pieces scattered on the ground
Empty hands grasping
But not sure
What’s worth it
Whats worth fighting for?
Picking up the shards;
Trying to place them back into place.
My heart became a confused;
unfamilar space.
A bloodied mind
Unsure with it;
What to do.
My heart was a purple glass vase
~That only God could make anew