Glass Without Cracks

This world is made of brittle glass,

Each step we take, each word we pass,

Can shatter trust or build a bridge—

A smile, a stone, a razor’s edge.

Too quick we are to wound or judge,

To never yield, to never budge.

But what if grace could guide the tone,

And empathy be overthrown?

A phrase can heal as much as harm,

A look can either curse or charm.

So speak as though the walls are thin—

Where every crack lets cold seep in.

For kindness costs us not a cent,

And yet it shapes the firmament.