Like a fragile ball of thin-spun glass,
Wrapped round with fears and love and hate,
She sits inside herself, alone,
Separate from this world.
And like a small boat in tempered waves,
The threat of sinking into cold darkness
Overwhelms her mind with worries
Of this lonely world.
The times when warm love lights her life,
When the world looks new and beautiful,
When storm clouds are swept away…
That’s when she thinks she matters.
Can we see in black and white?
Or sometimes shades of grey?
All live and die, a long or short life
Does it matter how we live?
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