Friday, 22 June 2012

"Fragile: Don't Touch"

I could shatter

My mind is pure bone china

The likes of which

You could never afford to replace

So replace me carefully

Upon the shelf

On which you found me

My soul is made

From grains of sand

Look into my eyes

For seven years of hell

I'm fragile but it's you who'll be


Bleeding to death

Just from touching

The shattering fragments

That used to be



  1. "Fragile: Don't Touch"

    I really like this Paula. You have a gift for opening yourself up and sharing from the deep places of your heart!