Fragile: Handle With Care
Fragile: Handle with Care
We write in bright red
On the boxes that carry
Our treasured breakables
Fragile…..
Our human souls
Wrapped in all kinds of protective material
Some of which look sturdy
Able to bear…..
Life's daily wear and tear
Others which seem so frail
Not able to take
Rough handling, shoving, pawing or even a shake
Fragile……
I, for one, wish the world would take note
Of the bright...blood red letters
That with my veins' life fluid on myself I have written
The delicate condition of the state of MY heart…
Fragile….
Oh, reader, you whose lips now smirk
For to your strong fortressed soul
the label doesn't apply
…or so your inner voice implies
But what was that?
The faint tinkling sound of shattering glass
As they bounce you around, trying to make you fit
The right place….
A tiny bullet word pierces the bubble wrap of your dreams
Making contact with the heart of your treasure….
…With the treasure of your heart!
Alas, my friend… It's too late to write the warning:
It's too late to heed the warning:
F r a g i l e….
Fragile…
Handle with care!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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