Glass.

I held my heart in a glass bowl
Similar to the ones that people use
To restrict the lives of goldfish
Or to let an entire ecosystem strive independently.

I built an ecosystem
With my roots embedded in compassion
The veins running deep into the soil
I nurtured each plant with the utmost care
And fought to find balance between
Cycles
And
Cycles
So that each plant could flourish to its utmost potential.

But as I stepped back to admire the vastness of my ecosystem
I realized that the life I had cultivated
Was no different from the goldfish in the bowl.
The seeds would not spread beyond the fragile glass walls
But fuck
How I wish they would shatter.