It took a collapse for my hands to realise that roses were meant to be handled gently.

And love like a glass vase rested upon my head.

In front of me more steps than I have ever seen and you’re on the other side.

I am bold enough to run as fast as I can but wise enough to know that if I do, the vase will fall.

But it’s the urge to run that fast which keeps me up at night.