Life is Fragile and on the Edge

Life is fragile and on the edge, delicate,
death and decay await eagerly,
darkness around me,
waiting for the full fruits to light the way with
sparks of joy.
I wish I could believe in
the power of life to renew and regrow,
overcome oppression,
and love with abandon.
I'm sorry for not paying attention.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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