2-8 Fragility

We live today with expectation of “normal”, our routine, predictability as this day unfolds. We have a sense of self normally stable and constant. Until:




“I am” based on Belief:

The force which shapes and drives my life.

It’s stored in my brain’s golden sheath,

With edge keen as a knife.


But when life decrees Grief,

That blade shatters like falling ice;

The sheath is stolen by Grief’s thief

And what is left, I splice.