Fragile.

They gave you so much to trust, to love

To feel and play

To enjoy every day

To fly in the wings of the dove

Even if it is just a dove.

I feared.

They gave you so much to rely on, to dive

To smile, to laugh

To know, nothing rough

To follow their steps, to drive

Then you suddenly stop, by their own cause,

And stare, stare at the distance;

Realizing that you did, do and will always look at two liars.

Two false structures.

Two empty bottoms.

I am fragile. I am like a porcelain. But not a doll.

Not anymore.

Therefore,

I sit with the hands on the keyboard,

thinking, thinking, thinking.

Realizing where I am really at: now here, no where.

(no dreams fulfilled, no salvation heard, no ballerina on the go)