“Broken”

“Broken” Broken beyond repair; but no one can see that all it takes is one more touch to shatter me to pieces. I need a world made in bubble wrap, but I have no such luck. Everyone looks at me like they don’t see the cracks in my skin but how can they not see them? Today I wake up and make my way to the mirror and stare at the cracks and ask myself, “is today going to be the day that I shatter to pieces or will I have to go on as I am?” I’m not sure if I want it to be my last day or not all I know is that it’s depressing to have to tip toe through the day just to make sure you don’t get shattered. I sit on the park bench crying when a woman sits next to me and after a close look we realize that we aren’t alone. Our tears dry up and all of a sudden our cracks start disappearing before our very eyes. We take each other’s hand and as we walk away the crack in our hearts heals.