I saw a word today.
And I thought how similar that word was to me.
Yet no one knows how fragile I may be,
the wind could push me over with a strong gust
and I would end.
So fragile is my hunger, as I look at the food and say no.
So fragile is my skin as I tear it with my knife.
So fragile are my lungs, as I hold my breath under the current.
So fragile is my heart, as I hide my emotions and smile.
So fragile is my body, as I torment it with my knowledge.
So fragile is my life, as I try to end it.
So fragile is my soul, as I know I do not embrace it.
So fragile is my trust, that no one will ever read this.
And yet death does not knock on my door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem