The Glass House Sonnet

It is the sound of a glass house breaking As I sit on the precipice of fate I live on the edge of silence taking The stride of life from within my gate Dumbfounded, perplexed, I vex A heart I hear buried beneath debris She burns as her will connects To fetch her grace but not to follow me Who am I to displace a heart from home? Reflecting dreams in every scrap I see What am I now, if I am not alone? Within the shards of glass that cut us deep I swallow down this pain with loss I meet To carry on the plod of threadbare feet