Fragile

I allow the softness of
Vulnerability
If you but touch me
I will shatter

A heart made of glass
A thousand pieces on the floor
My frailty scares me
She's uncontrollable

Can't move
Can't eat
Can't think
Can't talk

Paralysis in the rain
Watching 
As the soft storm
Cleanses my soul

The sensual and excruciating pain
Of birthing anew
I can only sit here and be
Breathing into each new contraction

Lust
Deceit
Awareness
Revenge

All washes away
In the wave of a brick wall
Instability arises as
Uncertainty unwinds itself

Into Forgiveness
Into Surrender 
Into Love
Into the Sovereignty of God


Gaia Trojanowski
July 12, 2012