Shattered Glass Wondering

I had an encounter, a brief, soul breaking moment. Not from someones hands or even his words but from the lack of such things. It seems years have gone by without a single moment to make me ache and need the way his voice and laughter broke through to my soul. I can only say that in his glory and with impressive ego he awoke a fear and want that I have held at bay. Locked away, I thought behind walls, though this single moment proved it to be weak, broken glass.

I now ask myself, how could a man wound me with such quick, meaningless banter?  How could he have reached my soul with such a force as to give me pain? This, in what seems like the briefest moments of time, has made my soul cry out and search for something that was only a flicker in my minds eye. When did I truly become like shattered glass? Lost in the mistrust I have held onto like a child grasps his favorite teddy as dreams fade the night away.

I wonder if my mistrust led to the loss of a tried beginning or was it protection against more pain than my soul could withstand? This is my unanswered question and it will remain unanswered for to search to hard for the truth I may just find it and the shattered glass that I have become would never withstand such truth.