Fragile Poem by Grace M. Kraft

My heart breaks a little more each day as I watch pieces of my dreams drift away.
Hopes, expectations, security and faith, breaking off, floating away.
Doubt circles me questioning my every action and emotion,
Logic and reason at war inside me, perpetual whirling motion,
Fragmented, heartbroken and fragile.

Nothing numbs it, it’s always there, a dream from which I can’t awake.
The clock turning with each mistake I make sends me back to turmoil
Looking ever inward until there’s nothing left to see.
Nothing but pieces of my scattered life and broken dreams.
Confused, bruised, and fragile.

From warmth and love to magic, everything’s turned tragic
Each memory that floods me, pain from my past clouding my future
Rending my dreams to tatters, scattering hope in a breath of cold
So deep I’m frozen in the motion of this whirling storm
Alone, afraid and fragile.