Life has a way of leaving us with little nicks.
Points of impact left on a windshield from kicked up stones;
Strong enough to withstand the unexpected assault,
But lacking the resilience to hold its composure after years of these microscopic erosions.
And like too much pressure on a wine glass, you shatter.
The defense you had is in pieces;
You become jagged where you used to be soft.
And I understand that no one wants to carry broken shards of glass in their hands.