Fragile - Poem by Cena Rose
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.
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