br(i)ttle

i
have
lost
plasticity

my
ceramic
heart

my
thin
glass
soul

unable
to sustain
deformation
without

shattering

so
i sit
at the
edge
of
this precipice
in
gale force
winds

i
am
just
brittle
teetering
numb

5 thoughts on “br(i)ttle”

Linda J. Wolff | Editor of Wolff Poetry Literary Journal. says:

11/29/2018 at 12:15 pm

I totally relate.

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1. mike ennenbach says:
  
  11/29/2018 at 12:16 pm
  
  then i am truly sorry. it is a terrible state
  
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  1. Linda J. Wolff | Editor of Wolff Poetry Literary Journal. says:
    
    11/29/2018 at 12:17 pm
    
    yet, we can come back from it
    
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    1. mike ennenbach says:
      
      11/29/2018 at 12:19 pm
      
      maybe develop wings like a sugar glider and sail through the air.
      
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      1. Linda J. Wolff | Editor of Wolff Poetry Literary Journal. says:
        
        11/29/2018 at 12:20 pm
        
        yes, on the air of euphoria
        
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