I am one lately.
And like a glass ball, I shattered the moment I hit the ground.
I feel brittle. I will break every time someone or something comes to close. I break at the slightest nudge. I tremble—shake like a leaf.
I need to go back into being a rubber ball. Bounce up, little one!
Until then… Try not to pick up or sweep the broken pieces.
It’s a misery waiting to happen.