Inside of me there is an
empty room
filled with amber light coming from
a crystal chandelier.
With priceless gems and
intricate designs;
this chandelier captures hearts
and warm souls.
But this sweet precious item is
at risk.
It is suspended
by a thread.
It is easily swayed.
Easily broken.
Easily hurt.
I fear that this thread
Will snap.
And my heart
Will break.
And the chandelier
Will Chatter.
Pieces lying everywhere.
As I cry.
Tears falling.
Sobs coming forth from the brokenness.
Rushing to pick up the pieces.
Desolate.
Inside of me there is an
empty room
filled with amber light coming from
a crystal chandelier…

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