A Glass Heart

It's a deafening silence as my heart shatters within the glass cage I've hidden it in for so long. I sit, perplexed at how it can be in a hundred sharp-sharded pieces whilst its glass counterpart has not one single crack. Instead, it feels magnified. My silent screams drawing me closer to my already withdrawn self. Through clouded hope, I close my empty eyes and wonder if perhaps there'll be a reflection of my heart's fragmented light? Like a lighthouse is a sea of darkness, I consider if solitude will allow me to shine once more, or will I forever be in search of a light beyond my own being?