Heart made of glass

In a world that spins with fierce haste, I stand with a heart made of glass, fragile and chasle, my mind of stone, unyielding, cold, a tale of contrasts, in silence told. Crystal heart, it shimmers bright, catching rays of morning light, yet with a touch, a careless sway, It shatters, dreams in disarray. mind of stone, it feels no pain, shielded from Life's hardest rain, roots dug deep in earth's embrace, unmoved by tears, an unsevered face. In the dance of the day and night, I seek a balance, wrong and wright, to merge the glass with stoic stones, to find a place I can call home. the glass heart longs to love and trust, to feel the warmth beneath the dust, while stone mind whispers, "stay aloof, build your walls, make them proof." but in the clash of heart and head, life's sweetest moments, they are bred, for in fragility, we find strength, In steadfast stone, love's breadth and length. so here I stand, a paradox, heart in pieces, mind like rocks, embrace both, I find my way, In darkness blend of night and day. with glass heart's courage, store minds grace, I crave my path in time and space, a journey of both joy and sorrow, building bridges to tomorrow.