Glass Heart
Guard the heart enough to keep trouble away but not too much that you keep good out.
A heart too brittle to survive the soft landing of another on its door step before a gentle knock, is destined to break every time shadows rise due to sunlight's separation from slumber. But when the palms are reflected in every facet through one end to the next that even the blind can see and transcribe back to you everything, you thought buried, in a soliloquy of understanding and acceptance and you remain still in one piece, then every crack becomes that much more worth it when in hands meant to fit yours perfectly for the rest of your life.
I felt this poem is trying to catch something very gentle, only some people are able to see. Thank you
Okay. Don't use soliloquy, ever.