FRAGILE

Fragility is part of me, this is true;
I feel very emotional and sensitive,
able to grasp details that people are not normally able to fully grasp
Even those details are fragile: those little pieces of the world that no one sees,
perhaps hidden by the shadow of chaos and lack of time …
see them, and I appreciate them.
I see the fragility of the cobweb after it has rained,
when the droplets of rain run down the threads …
I see how easily it could snap, and I sigh, hoping it doesn’t.
I am so fragile that when I see a bee, or a hornet,
or any insect that could hurt me,
that is drowning in a basin,
I bend down and pick it up with my hands,
because I know it won’t hurt me,
because in that moment we are both fragile.
At that moment we both suffer.
can’t explain more clearly the sense of fragility around me,
but know that wherever you look,
in everything you see, there is always a crack,
a delicate edge,
something that if you look even more carefully,
you will find fragile.
Almost as fragile as you are.