Broken glass shaped like a cup,

It cracks and it breaks till it’s had enough.

A scratched up knife with scars of rust,

Each appears as the knife learns to trust.

Glass panels as walls:

See through yet no one sees through all.

A door bolted shut, opens up wide,

A strange visitor crashes inside.

The delicate walls begin to shake,

Holding itself together: it doesn’t want to break.

The visitor sees all that was unseen;

The visitor sees what was in plain sight.

The visitor stays and appreciates the damages made.

The end was the same:

The visitor leaves so abruptly,

Each panel tumbles and breaks.

The glass and the knife had enough.

Another rust.

Misplaced trust.

He shut the door wide open.