Fragile

I am fragile,

Like a glass

Of wine.

One encounter

And you can tip

Me over.

Out spills my pain

And emotions

That could have

Helped you ease your pain,

But you can't put me

Back together.

What was potential relief

Is now hopeless.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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