Shattered

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I set my life in your hands, in a way. Everyone I trust, everyone I hate, love, want, admire. I give a little of myself, to each and everyone.

It is a little silly to just notice it now, isn’t it?-After it has been pointed out to me.

But it isn’t always about me and how much of myself I give away. It is also about the people’s live that have been settled in my hands, hoisted onto my back for me to carry.

Because, it isn’t always about me. One wrong word, could crush the life I was unconsciously entrusted. One word could strengthen a life and a choice.

But it isn’t all about others. They have the same power over me. I trust those around me not to let me fall, to let me break beyond compare.

I have allowed myself to be held, in tiny pieces, in the palms of many.

And all it would take is one slip of the hand for me and many others to fall, to shatter, and to finally see the end.

Author's Notes/Comments:

roses.are.transparent wrote something like this first. And I wanted to add what I thought. So her's is the original thought. And I was just thinking too hard about it and figured I would add my thoughts.

Love ya Hanna.