To my frozen heart

My hands numbed as the coldness of it sipped through my skin. I stare at it with wonder, sadness and fear.

My eyes were mesmerized as it glistened like a clear crystal. Pretty, I whispered to it. What was once a warm heart was now a frozen one. How could such a thing happen to a beautiful part of the soul?

I cried while looking at the heart, my frozen heart. So much sadness has build up to the point that I couldn't stop. My heart that once could feel happiness, gratitude, love and hope was now completely frozen. It seems that it can't feel any positive emotions any longer. The coldness of it only produces sadness and fear.

My heart has turned into such a fragile thing and just by looking at it brings me great fear. I fear for the day that I will be given the choice to whether give it to someone or to lock it away in a chest with hundred of locks. To say that I would choose the former is like deciding that I am ready to have it shattered into a million pieces when he decides that the warmth of his hands cannot thaw my heart. But, to choose the latter is like forsaking myself to a life of solitude and no man will ever be able to hold it in his hands.

My heart. My frozen heart.

What shall I do now, knowing how how fragile you are?