Even stone can crack....

hey I'm jesi a young poet and I would love for you to read mines and yea thanks.

“Even Stone Can Crack”
You say you don’t feel anything—
like your heart forgot how to sting,
like you’ve outgrown the fragile parts,
like nothing ever reaches your heart.
But I wonder what you had to lose
to make that something you could choose,
what kind of pain taught you to be
so untouched, so empty, so free.
Did it happen all at once—
a single blow, too sharp to blunt?
Or was it slow, like mine has been,
a quiet war you couldn’t win?
Because no one starts out made of stone,
we’re not born wanting to feel alone,
something had to carve you thin
and hollow out your chest within.
And maybe now you feel okay,
no aching thoughts, no need to stay,
no restless nights, no tears to hide—
but tell me… where did you go inside?
Because I would rather break and bleed
than lose the part of me that needs,
the part that hurts, the part that cries,
the part that still feels alive.
So if you ever start to crack,
if something buried whispers back,
if emptiness begins to ache—
that’s not weakness.
That’s your heart
starting to wake.