Fragility

Why fill your body with remorse? Why let sorrow fill your glass? Why throw so much to the shadows A chaliced cup is not easily carried Upon a sword’s sharpened edge And easily is it for one or two or many others To fall from a cliff’s quickly ending edge So often are the other hands That we so often choose to push away Needed to steady our trembling feet And quivering smiles that we hold uneasily Those that contain quilted lies We are fragile creatures and easily shattered We break and crash and sing our sad song And never really learn the truth, The truth that sits amongst the rubble