I am a broken glass jar.

One crack,

One blow,

And I shatter into a million pieces.

Scattered across the tile floor, cold as ice,

Waiting for eternity,

to finally be pieced back together.

Needing something to fill this empty jar of a heart.

Otherwise, not having any other purpose.

Able to fill up with so much love,

Able to fill up with so much joy,

Able to fill up with so much fear,

Able to fill up with so much doubt,

Fragile,

Yet strong,

Shattered,

Yet beautiful.

Carrying the stigma of

Vulnerability,

Shame,

Sensitivity

Add one drop too much,

And I overflow.

Why must I be so erratic?

So unstable,

Why must I be,

the broken,

Glass,

Jar.