They see my strength,
They look to me,
But if they know me-
at length-
They will see,
I’m delicate,
Breakable,
Thin.
Once met, though able, I begin,
To.
Break.
Then,
If you still want me,
Though cracked and broke,
If you still look at me
with love,
Know I see this,
That you care,
That you look farther,
Than my shattered frame.
I begin to heal.

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