Fragile world
She walks alone in silence
out along the water’s edge.
The river is clear, calm, cold
and so inviting, calling to her.
The dawning light is bright
behind the darker heavy clouds,
so big, their weight is pressing down
forever on her delicate, fragile world.
A world that she holds so carefully
wrapped up tight in her hands, kept
safe from everything that could harm it.
She does not want her small world
swallowed up by this wider universe
to become something insignificant
easily mislaid or overlooked, forgotten
as the days go by, until one day
it is found, broken in a dusty heap
unclaimed and unloved, ignored
left behind on this empty riverbank
where she once walked alone.
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