It was formed from clay and strengthened by the fires of my life.

I was proud of it...

I was cautious with it...

I guarded it with everything that I am...

Until someone convinced me to give it to them.

They did not value it as I did

They were not careful

They should not have been trusted

Time and time again they would drop it...toss it aside...break it...

Each time leaving me to pick up the pieces and try to put it back together

It’s been shattered so many times it is little more than sand

My fallen tears causing the fragments to cling to each other, as if they too are afraid...

I’m scared to move...petrified that the tiny grains would slip through my fingers.

I’m terrified to ever let someone have my heart again.