Fragile Days
The sky shifts slow,
heavy with unspoken storms.
Breaths come shallow—
a tightrope walk on frayed threads.
Yet inside, a quiet fire glows,
rising through the cracks,
refusing to be snuffed.
Copyright © Sarah Moncada | Year Posted 2025
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