The F Word

Amber Williams

Walking in that garden,

The one filled with sunflowers

And other colorful blooms I cannot name,

I am reminded that it’s okay to be

delicate.

As the lavender drops of rain

Fall on my lace skirt and 

Cloud soaked skin,

I am reminded of the fragility of myself.

I too could fall like the heavenly drops.

It’s there.

Hidden under layers of the masks

I use for the characters I have to play,

It’s still there.

I could crumble like a chrysanthemum. 

If the wind blew too strong

I would join the other dandelion seeds.

At this realization,

I am angry at my weakness,

At my humanity.

Then I remember,

It’s human to

feel, to grieve, to

be Fragile.

Humans are simply

Glass brought to life

By the twinkle of the sunlight.

Breaking is always a possibility.