life is
like
a fragile
glass

it is intrinsic:
beautiful even
more on the
inside

it is valuable:
more for it’s
purpose than
its looks
alone

it is sacred:
something
that only a few
ever really
appreciate

life is
like
a fragile
glass

something whose value
is greatest
after years of refinement
and growth
but as each day
goes on
in its fragile,
oh so fragile,
existence
the chance of its breaking
grows as greatly
as the cost of
losing
it