Life is Fragile


Is it just me

who looks at the stars 

every night

and stops

and thinks

of how fragile life is.


How we find such joy 

and care

in that short time we have


How we learn to desire

and hope 

and wish


And yet,

life goes so quickly

that we all but forget

the little things

that once made us smile

and laugh 

and love


How easily we think 

of the hurt we caused

or the pain we felt

or the suffering we had


and yet we cannot easily recall that which mattered to us

in times of need. 


Life is fragile.

A constant battle between love and hate,

a continous struggle between hope and despair

and yet we all live our lives in this exact way

never considering that one day

we will no longer exist

and all that will remain 

is what we gave to the world

whether that be good or bad. 



Author's Notes/Comments: 

some drabble about life and how fragile it seems to me. Enjoy! 

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nightlight1220's picture

No you are not alone. Your

No you are not alone. Your poem is delicate and has a childlike innocence to it that we should all be able to relate to, but as you have written here, no, not everyone can. I believe life is what our soul gets when we need to experience the human form so that we may grow with the universe. How we accomplish that is up to us. The cards we are dealt are cards that our soul has asked for so that we may learn a deeper understanding of all that this world, and beyond. There is no book that can tell us what we must learn... only experiences. Just my thoughts. May sound too simple for a lot of people, but it works for me. Hope however you make sense of it works for you too!!



...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


EmmaMegRobertson's picture


That is a very fair point thank you for sharing your beliefs and thoughts and thank you for commenting it is very much appreciated to know that I am not alone! :)