Phanya Poem by Rita Shay

I’m as fragile as a glass vase.

As out of tune as a poorly handled guitar.
I’m as solid as a raindrop, falling downward.
Untouched like freshly fallen snow, so pure and white.
Loneliness follows me every place I go.

Truth rests on my lips, and they’ll tell you I’m as honest as they come.
If you cut me open, I’d bleed blood and black ink.
When happiness decides to stop by
Its rays fill up all my emptiness and shines as clear as day.

And if you dare ask for my heart, I’d give it to you in a beat.