fragile

Fragile

We come to a point
In our lives, 
Where we just
Close our souls…
Our hearts,
In the fear of pain,
Hurt and deceit.

But with that
We don’t truly experience
The opposing side
Of the spectrum.

We see good things,
We know good things…
But we don’t feel
Good things.

Because to feel,
To really feel…
We cannot shield.

We must be fully exposed,
Soul in all.
Ready for the risk,
In receipt of its benefits.

A process throughout which
You are terrified
At the thought…

Wounds so deep,
Yet hope so strong.
And like a glass vase,
It can be shattered
In an instant,
Into a million pieces…
Destroying you all over again.

And the only means
Of reconstruction
Is the risk.

It is all so
Fragile.

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