fragile

we shouldn’t be

fragile

fragile ought to be a teacup

or finely blown glass

not life

or psyches

souls

or constitutions

but we are

each one of us

is

within

a breath

of bro

ken

a second

of split ting

a flash

of fad ing

a whisper

of wilt

ing

too easily we come apart

at the seams

from a memory

a scent

an event

an affliction

barely bound

by guts grace

and tears

that keep us whole

be friend fragile

we don’t truly feel

without it