Fragile

By ARTEMIS

She is frail, mummified her own identity Her aura screams fragility The shattering noise is louder than a siren She constantly breaks into pieces, again and again.

Her name sounds like “Handle with Care” She keeps on vanishing into thin air Her limbs are made of shards of glass With every step, a new crack forms, threatening to crash.

She believes she is inside a crystal globe Made of a combination of ice and love She treads on her own rubble Hiding inside her own self-made bubble.

“I’m fragile,” she admitted All this time, she’s been holding unto herself A cycle of letting go and shattering herself If only someone can handle her as if carrying a snow globe in a finger If only she’s not that fragile to easily fall apart To be fragile is to know you can be broken and be mended but you will never be the same.

Arise from the shattered past

ART BY MA. RICHZEL BEATRIZ B. GUINO-O