Sunday 1 January 2017

Like glass.

I think quite a lot,
Of how it would be.
Just briefly,
But frequently, you see.
When a moment is stressful,
Or kicks at my heart,
I wonder,
What it would be like to restart.
I wonder,
About how things would pass.
What it would look like,
If this life were to shatter like glass.

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