I carry a heart made of glass.
Thin and trembling in my hands.
Every look, every word.
Makes it shake a little, leaves a mark.
I hide it behind careful smiles.
Behind laughter that's louder than it should be.
But in the quiet corners of my room,
It sings a soft, true song.
No one will touch it, no one will see.
The cracks, the light that shines through.
And maybe that's the way it's meant to be—
A little world just for me.
About the Creator
Emily
Poem lover, word collector, and believer in the quiet magic of language. I write to remember, to heal, and to find beauty in the spaces between silence and sound. Every poem is a heartbeat — a small proof that feelings can become art.
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