I helped you ascend,
to see yourself through the eyes of a god
We played your game and won its odds.
With you, it felt like gold,
That even a rich man would be in awe.
You flew above, and saw the sun,
An image of you ran.
And I plummeted back down to earth,
Left with blues, and a memoir of you.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Fragile Enough
PoetryThese pieces are all inspired by my own experiences. The title reflects the fragility of life that I've come to understand through my journey. I hope that by sharing these personal reflections with you, you'll find moments of connection and insight...
