Margin of Fragility

10

Shaking fingers reach,

Barely hold,

Losing grip,

Slipping

Away

Into

Unseen eternity.

 

Quivering lips, curved

In a slight

Frown,

Biting teeth that

Grind

Into

Nonexistence.

 

Hold me steady, do not tip

This delicately balanced

Vase, with

Water that holds

Nothing

Yet

Everything

Hung on thin strings

Each supporting weight

More than itself.

 

Keep me sane, do not strangle

This calm air,

Invigorated with cool breeze that

Supports

Before a fall.

Do not make the breeze an

Enemy,

A burgeoning storm

That throws,

Punches,

Screams

Until sanity

Is an

Afterthought,

Dry on the tongue

That burns a new color.

 

Do not let me loss

The light I know so well,

The twinkle I watch for at

Night—

The bounce that lifts me

The weight that grounds me,

The muse that keeps me

Singing.

 

Shaking fingers grip,

Steady enough

To balance,

Strong enough

To hold,

 

Resilient enough

To keep.

 

 


Inspired by Dailypost Fragile

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8 Comments

  1. To lose light?

    “Until sanity
    Is an
    Afterthought,
    Dry on the tongue
    That burns a new color”

    That twinkle of a star, the shaking and the fear of losing it all are really strong images for me, thank you for sharing.

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  2. I think I enjoyed the structuring of this poem more than anything. This could be in a literature class. I felt the loss of grip as the words decreased in number. Really heartfelt, well done.

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