Unsteady
By April, age 26, New Jersey
How long are we gonna play
this constant runaround
from the games?
You think I'm strong
but I am weak,
a prey of temptation.
If I stood in front of you.
would you take my hand
and show me the light
of love and beauty,
holding me steadily,
silently,
with just faint whispers
surrounding us, captivating us
until we couldn't let go
Or would you turn away
and leave me bare and cold
with pieces of you and me
shattered along the way,
exposed for others to see?
I'm grasping on with all my might
rectifying this stained glass life,
I'm barely sewn together,
this paper thin thread
dangling in front of you,
but I'm not worried about the fall,
it can't break me
when I'm already broken.