looking glass

on stilts, body made of glass

balancing, holding

steady because

i can be strong.

yet

my reflection is scary.

the height is deep.

solidity is lonely.

the stilts do waver and i can be weary

and if i fall

if i let go, ten fingers released and so very

breakable,

will someone be at the bottom?

or,

better,

even if i break

even if i shatter and fragment, give in

(can i give in?)

will someone at least

hold

me

back together?

#poetry #personal