Beautiful Fragile Thing

I held on. I took care of such a fragile thing. I took care to make it look and feel better. It was beautiful. It made me happy ......but it was such a fragile thing. ........one day a strong wind came and started whipping this fragile beautiful thing one way and then another. It was then I found it hard to hold on. But it was such a beautiful fragile thing.....I tried with all my might to hold on ....grasp it without ruining it. Holding on so not to loose it...but trying not to damage it either. The winds grew stronger and blinded me..distracted me and I loosened my grip for a second and this fragile beautiful thing slipped through my hands. I ran after it and tried in the storm to catch it. I watched and waited to see if the wind would bring it down. I stared and watched and waited patiently and the storm took the fragile beautiful thing and carried it. I watched and I waited patiently but this fragile beautiful thing disappeared into the storm. Later on the next day, I found what looked like this fragile beautiful thing....but it was nothing like it originally was. It was beaten and shaken. It had holes and I could not hold it together. No matter what I did. No matter how I tried I could not put it together again. And that beautiful fragile thing was now just a memory.-Tanya Carr