Shaking fingers reach,
Barely hold,
Losing grip,
Slipping
Away
Into
Unseen eternity.
Quivering lips, curved
In a slight
Frown,
Biting teeth that
Grind
Into
Nonexistence.
Hold me steady, do not tip
This delicately balanced
Vase, with
Water that holds
Nothing
Yet
Everything
Hung on thin strings
Each supporting weight
More than itself.
Keep me sane, do not strangle
This calm air,
Invigorated with cool breeze that
Supports
Before a fall.
Do not make the breeze an
Enemy,
A burgeoning storm
That throws,
Punches,
Screams
Until sanity
Is an
Afterthought,
Dry on the tongue
That burns a new color.
Do not let me loss
The light I know so well,
The twinkle I watch for at
Night—
The bounce that lifts me
The weight that grounds me,
The muse that keeps me
Singing.
Shaking fingers grip,
Steady enough
To balance,
Strong enough
To hold,
Resilient enough
To keep.
Inspired by Dailypost Fragile
Sonder Stories 
To lose light?
“Until sanity
Is an
Afterthought,
Dry on the tongue
That burns a new color”
That twinkle of a star, the shaking and the fear of losing it all are really strong images for me, thank you for sharing.
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Glad you liked it!
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I think I enjoyed the structuring of this poem more than anything. This could be in a literature class. I felt the loss of grip as the words decreased in number. Really heartfelt, well done.
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Thank you Fatimah!
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beautiful, it makes me think of love, well written
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thank you stef 🙂
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Lovely work 😊👍
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Thank you so much 🙂
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