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I’m not fragile
I’ve just been broken
So many times before
That the glue is unable to hold.
I’m not fragile, am i?
Sitting cross legged
A soul begging for warmth
On the cold night
As the breeze blew by

Hoping that something
Someone
Would want them
For them
And could accept everything they had to offer

A freak occurance
A simple message
A broken and tapped
Still holding on
Olive branch

A promise
A friendship
Pick up where it was left

I thought I was smart
I thought I was strong
I thought.....

Simple actions
Brutal honesty
And images of what could be
Peek through

But the darkness swallows
Covers all the good
Barking and snapping
In the endless tornado
Of pain and misery

A truth
Shared between two
On a sleepless night
And the hope
The belief
Crushed

Because those that love so hard
Always burn too bright
For any candle to hold
More then just a spark......
I wish to be Penelope....
Even for just a day
The repetitive motion

So small
A toe in a shoe
Up and down
A beat of 120
In its own metronome

The bouncing of a leg
The calming movement
The concept of being ok
But is it
When it bounces like a bunny?

Then the hands
Knuckles knocking
So fast so long
Surprising the bones haven't chipped away like stone being carved

Simple
And completely uncontrollable
"Just stop shaking"
I would if I could
But like an out of control coaster
I just have to ride it out
Until the body crashes from exhaustion
Such a simple act
Pure honesty
Pure trust
So swift
A single action
A dial tone

A voice
Hidden so far down in the depth of a mind
And the winds were the only salvation
The laughs
The jokes
The fun

But as the smiles falter
So too does the memories
So perfect
Under shattered glass
Every touch
Brings blood as payment

Cold nights
Wishing to be held
And flinching at the touch

What happened
What happened to a fearless mind
Surrounded by shards
So empty
So hollow
Yet still wishing
On the impossible to happen

Perhaps one day
Before years take their toll
And my hair turns grey
I will get to enjoy the lights

Soft glows in the night
A single color among them
A simple walk
Hand in hand

Ah yes
What a dream
The impossible is
Innocent and naive
Small and young
Pretty and warm

But the edges are frayed
The frame a little chipped
The wood spilt
And hanging by a thread

Stich and thread
Time and effort
So much strength
To and another thread
Onto that nail

One by one
A picture is hung back up
It is not what it was
Nor what it could have been

The wood has rot
The nail a little bent
But the picture still hangs
And beautiful and straight as ever
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