I used too do a lot of things. I was extremely athletic, whether it was running, swimming, or even lifting heavy things. That changed when three weeks ago I broke my leg. It changed even more as I fell, when pain raced up my leg. Feeling a bite and nursing a wound has left me vulnerable. Fear not, I shall recover.
From bones to thin glass
Containing a soul of steel
Broken and fragile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Fear is a bunch of sinister shadows. A shadow has no substance, it's usually only a magnified reflection of something small, that's why on facing fear squarely, one usually find it inconsequential. Indeed, fear always leaves one vulnerable. An insightful depiction of fear, well articulated and nicely penned from heart with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Jay. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.