Glass Heart Poem by Sara Hol

I walk a straight line
that gets thinner by the day,
my insides ache,
as my beating heart breaks.

The words I speak are empty
as my thoughts rummage with fear,
nothing can stop the rambling affair.

Curiosity churns for my future
but my fears keep me in the past,
my resentment causes me to repress
memories that only last.

I sit and ponder the day
basking in the dark,
while I am trying to fix myself
someone is breaking
my heart of glass.