I was whole and useful. Playing my part. The barrier between the head and the heart.
I could keep you dry. You could see the stars. Concentrate me, you could even see Mars.
Then a crack appeared, small and dismal. I was fine at first, only let in drizzle.
But cracks aren’t stagnant, they seem to grow. When winter came I let in snow.
Not just a scar, I became a hazard. My jagged edges, my world was shattered.
Soon I split and then fell to pieces. A broken dream from a few small creases.
They all saw strength, but I’m just the portal. In the middle, lies just the mortal.
And when the pieces, all disappear. Nothing changes, because I was clear.
Everyone can see, just as before. The only change? The glass is no more.
I hope you enjoyed the poem!
Tucker Rambles- Your Friendly Neighborhood Introvert