The Strength of Fragility (Poetry)

 When it was fragile, it was beautiful.

With distance, it grew stronger and difficult to hold.

Wish -someone to hold it gently,

Make it lighter and fragile again..

to make it beautiful once more.

Wish- I knew whether to hold or to drop it,

to deal with the pain.

Leaving might make me feel lighter,

but emptier too.

Wish, I knew the best way to keep it and keep moving-

unbothered, unburdened.

But, with time, it nourished so beautifully-

like a flower that blossoms when watered,

beautifully in its own season.

There’s a void and a stronger force at the same time,

a void which makes me feel empty,

and the force that keeps it intact.

I knew not the right way to keep it alive.

But letting it go might take a fraction of me with it.

Wish it could be fragile again,

but this time with its own strength of being fragile again.