Life is joyous and content
Until I face that moment.
When an innocent or deliberate act
Wounds me with its impact.
A fragile soul am I.
Life then losses its joy and peace
In less than the blink of an eye.
Where once I stood strong and steadfast
Now reduced to heaps of ash!
A fragile soul am I.
I grope in the ashes of despair,
Searching for what was lost.
Afraid to find that hope again
Because it seems for naught.
A fragile soul am I.
Oh! A fragile soul am I.
Walking the light-rope of life.
Steady - sometimes falling
Forever wondering: Why?
A fragile soul am I!
Mahfooz Ali
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fragile-soul/
