To Be, Or Not?
To be blown of glass in a delicate nature
To be light of air when held in one's hand
To be paper thin in the tearing of iris
To constantly fear you'll return to the sand
To sigh in discouragement when all the world's snowing
To pick up oneself and hang weeping to dry
To wish these emotions would latch on to brevity
To be all but broken, to silently cry
To yearn to be held in your delicate nature
To wish that the world knew your name on it's tongue
To break your own heart into mosaic pieces
To be less indelicate, or just to be young
To sleep without darkness or white noise or heat
To soak up a bath and wash dust off your feet
To shine up the glass skin and blow up your lungs
To be in your solitude enigma complete~
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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