The pavement has stopped,
I made peace with that.
Trail marks I picked,
While I'm being pricked.
May my way peak,
the highs of life,
the lows of night,
I may peak alone.
Reverting to being one,
I just learned how.
The heathen of none,
shared thoughts of mine.
Fraction of a time,
the cherry of it all.
Picking the pricked self,
blooms when wound's gone.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Fragile Enough
PoetryThese words are a collection of moments in time, tied together by the simple and profound fragility of life. Thank you for reading.
