Cracks!
We are all broken pieces---
fragments of a dream:
the scattered waves and ripples
of once- a steady stream.
We are but remnants of---
An unfinished symphony:
Discordant but still echoes
A haunting melody.
We are the falling leaves—
That never touched the ground:
Precariously hanging on a twig
Til the next gale blows it down.
We are the charred remain—
Of wishes burnt to ashes
Swept away by the breeze
To a deep yawning abyss.
We are the fragile strand—
Of pearly beads of hope:
Unwittingly snaps into shards
When in life, we couldn’t cope.
We are but who we are—
Fragile , but still alive:
Wondrin when the next lightning strikes
Will we then still survive?
