It was new, blooming with possibilities,
Was broken in two, glued together,
Only to be broken again into many pieces,
Each time it shattered, the pieces still reflected
Every bit of the world, clean as if nothing is wrong
Until one day the cracks disappeared,
Destroyed beyond repair and recognition,
All that was left were ashes of the heart once pure,
Finally rests in peace as noone can touch it, not anymore.

-28th March 2014