Fragility -poem-

​I am, in the infinite world of every possibility, completely broken. Like an egg that fell to the floor or a window after a baseball.

I’ve been shattered, accidentally or on purpose, but broken nonetheless by people I let inside. 

It started when I was young and continued until I was a vase pieced back together over time. This stained glass effect on my soul shows light through the cracks where darkness still hides. 

I grasp at each crack, hoping for a shard of light to penetrate. My fingers itch for warmth, the tiniest bit will do.

Until the warmth touches my sallow skin, do I shrink away.

How can I want something so bad, but fall away from its touch? 

It’s like I want until I can’t fathom, then once in reach, I get scared and push back into my cool shadow.

Safety in darkness, but in want of the light.

It teases the wisps of the dark at my edges, but the light never intrudes.

It’s like I crave the softness, but curl up instead of the crude. 

In comfort I find in jagged corners where monsters are want to hide.

Because if I cross the dark and into the light, I fear I’ll see where other demons hide.