Her heart is neither pure nor strong
Her thoughts are neither right nor wrong
She’s timid and scared, but survives
Fragile lives..
She is old, weak and falling apart
But sails still on the sinking yatch
She can’t swim, there’s no land in sight
Fragile lives..
Her failures form her identity
World zooms past with ferocious velocity
She suffocates as her pride dives
Fragile lives..
Anger, distrust, tears and pain
Plastering with love, all in vain
Broken hearts fail to revive
Fragile lives..
You are our only ray of hope
Tying us together with a silken rope
Don’t stretch, don’t cut, neither scissors nor knife
Fragile yet hopeful lives..
This post has been written for BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm.
Day 3 Prompt – Fragile Lives
A very poignant post, Arpita. Enjoyed reading it.
A beautiful poem with such a lovely message. Loved it.
We are both fragile and strong when required. But it’s our fragilities that makes us stronger. Very well articulated post.
Yes our lives are fragile… easily breakable yet in our own way we are strong… ready to take on any situation.
Our lives are really that fragile and even more brittle is the bound that bind us. Everything has to be nurtured.Hope is the adhesive.
Poignant. True, life is fragile owing to various situations in life but it is the hope which keeps carrying it forward.