FRAGILE

The cracks appear, a fragile vase, Reflecting back a fractured face. A whispered question, soft and low, "How long before the tears will flow?" The weight of sorrow, heavy stone, A heart that aches, a spirit prone To doubt and fear, a shadowed space, Where memories linger, time and place. Each shattered piece, a memory's hold, A story whispered, ages old. The past remains, a haunting plea, "Who were you, before you fell to me?" But in the quiet, a gentle breeze, A fragile hope begins to appease The aching heart, a tender light, That guides the soul through darkest night. And as the dawn begins to break, A whispered promise, for goodness sake, To let the tears, the burdens fall, And find a peace, embracing all. For in the space where feelings lie, A healing balm, beneath the sky, Release the pain, let worries cease, And find your peace, in gentle peace.