The Glass

I dropped a fragile glass, that has shattered into a million pieces.

I feel injured from it, both from the pain of such a beautiful glass being destroyed, as well as the shards scarring my foot.

Did I take the glass for granted, or was this the way that things are suppose to be? Am worthy of such a glass being in my hands in the first place?

I may never know, for the glass lays cold, and broken on the ground. My heart shattered into a million million pieces.