shatterglass

I’m not always so
fragile. but right now I’m
afraid of being dropped,
of shattering into a
million pieces and becoming
damaged goods, beyond
repair. handle yourself
with care when you feel
d
i
s
i
n
t
e
g
r
a
t
i
o
n
coming on like a storm,
like the chill wind
seeking out
all your cracks to
blow you into bits

maybe I’m trying to break
myself down so no
one else can do it
first, as if
controlling the
process might make it
OK
to not be
OK

this is the madness
talking, I
know. I know.
I knowwwwww. look, it’s
very simple. just
stop it. but words
don’t fix anything
ultimately.

even though
it’s also true
that

this,
too,
shall
pass