Glass Heart

She has a heart that’s made of glass
It breaks rather easily. She’s the type
to ask that her lovers tread across her heart
carefully. She doesn’t know that people
who don’t value her but only lust for
loving her
like to brag about
leaving dirty tracks across the heart
of those foolish enough to love them.
And the footprints she sees on the surface
of her glass heart doesn’t mean she’s unworthy
of being loved. But there are those who value
destruction over beauty. And somehow
manage to see beauty in the
tiny broken pieces of her glass heart.
She just has to learn to pick up the pieces
of her glass heart once it’s been destroyed
and hope she has the strength to
put it back together again.
glass heart

Peace & Love,


About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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3 Responses to Glass Heart

  1. Oluwanifemi says:

    The title is catchy…had to read and I love what I read…very captivating…sometimes our judgments are clouded that we fail to see the fake friends or people around us.

  2. Pingback: Glass Heart–Take Two | A Writer's Thoughts

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