The fragility of my heart
Was pressed into a thinly
Chained locket, grown
Pale and tarnished
In the hands
Of all those who
Thought they knew me.
They tried to pry me open,
Breaking their nails in
The attempt to
Find the one thing
That kept their words
From hurting me.
But if they opened the
Heart-shaped cavity, they
Would find only the
Emptiness that reminded
Me of the world’s promises
And their futility.
A necklace of the World
Could not hold the Love
God had threaded into
My heart for eternity.