Like most things in the world,
I am fragile. I don’t want to be
damaged beyond repair. All
life is precious and delicate.
Some of us bend to no end.
Most bend till’ they break.
Some are happy as others
pretend. Handle with care.
I am fragile. I want to last:
no need for broken glass.
I assume others are fragile,
too. Only if the others knew.
Be careful with those you
hang around; they just might
break you down. Enjoy
the challenge of growing old.
Believe in your soul that
you can avoid some damage.
Be fragile: handle with care.
We all got crosses to bear.
Tag: box
The Escape Artist
I slide through a window.
Dropping two stories to
the ground. I run around
trying to find a place
to escape. I am gone;
I am free from the past
and the shadow it casts.
I run down the street
with the toughest feet.
Barefoot and confused:
the moon is my muse.
I was free – a simple sign
To escape again. I escape
to find the perfect rhyme –
words that define my life.
Stay Inside
It is hard to think
outside the box
when I must stay
inside all day.
I have been
staying still, but
my mind has
been racing. I
have to stay
inside until the air
clears on both sides.
I have nothing
but time to find
out more about
my life. I cannot
drive outside, nor
can I see those
who I love dearly.
On the inside,
I can drive myself
crazy or I can lose
my mind. For now,
I will stay inside
my home while
every memory
will be free to roam.