To the Girl Who Broke Like Glass

To the girl who broke like glass,

It’s alright my dear,

This will all pass.

You may not see it now, or tomorrow for that matter,

But that does not make you weak

You’re worthy of more words than the latter.

Upon first glance, fragility is your word.

Yes, you are small,

But you can be heard.

From across the room or in near distance,

I know I can hear you,

Even if you do not do anything in an instance.

My dear, do not look down upon yourself.

You are not just a doll on a toy maker’s shelf.

The world we live in is difficult to understand.

It may not love you, it’ll just break your hand.

But my darling, as I stare at you now,

The only thing I think of is

Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow.

To the girl who will grow like a flower,

You are full of life and of joy and of wonder.

If tears and pain are part of some test,

Let go of your worries, and just simply be your best.

In doing and in knowing and in understanding it all,

You are not glass,

You are a human being, proud, beautiful and tall.