Fragile
Please be careful, we're very
fragile.
Not fragile like a
flower,
or like a
bomb,
But like a splashing
wine glass, in the hands
of a drunk, or a glistening
glass pane, packaged by a
careless worker.
Glass hearts protected
by stone walls,
flames dying to embers.
Fragile are butterfly wings,
or the web of a spider, who
weaves her net with only the finest
silk.
Fragile are the hearts of the broken,
which are piced together by the
unseen hands of hope.
Although they can be broken with a
single,
gut wrenching,
heart twisting,
hope killing,
life ending,
word.
Our pain is deep,
our love is gone,
our hearts are
broken,
our world is shatterd,
left bleeding,
blood is splattered.
Do be careful,
for
we
are
very
Fragile
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