Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem #411

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Delicate, frail, cracks at one touch.
Easy to knock down, set spinning into oblivion.
Ready to smash, break up into pieces,
Falling apart inside but barely holding on.
Held together with brittle strings,
Barely strong enough to work at all,
Though it may look tougher than anything else.
Battered, beaten, broken down,
Traveled through the harsh rapids of life.
Smashed against stones, torn at with brambles,
And yet one word, one tiny utterance,
Ruins years of effort,
Sending the final crack through the very foundation,
Severing the last bond that held it in this world.
And the feeble balance is broken beyond repair.
One fracture too many, too fragile.

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