Broken Glass
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Hafsah Mughal, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2019
The closest people brought her the deadliest damages,
yet she pursued to endure.
If only one understood the immense pain,
she had suffered for all the people she had loved.
The heart is born as a pure glass wall.
Strong and firm, yet delicate.
The glass stands tall, blocking any wind, blocking any storm.
And even if one attempted to aim with a pebble, it wouldn’t break.
Ultimately, if one chose to aim the pebble at the wall’s weakest point,
then, watch the cracks appear slowly.
And before you know it, it shattered to bits.
So why is it that so many chose to play with her heart?
Did it seem such fun, or did it bring a sense of contentment?
Only she knew her darkest secrets, demons, and auras.
Yet, others blindly chose to attack her and enhance her demons.
Such fun it is, to feed on one’s heart and discard it afterwards.