Day 151: Fragile Writings

We all need the comfort some days of knowing our writings are  not pieces that are accounted for, and as boxes shipped as fragile to be opened when you read them. The comfort is not to reassure that we are able to get through safe and undamaged, the comfort is in knowing that we did get through. The comfort is in knowing that we have made the trip, we have traversed places in our minds before making a long trip back to wherever we may belong in the minds of those who read them. For now the fragile writings are stronger at the broken places. Life doesn't always follow instructions and we shouldn't expect it to either,we just keep writing anyways

Fragile Writings
We are writing fragile poetry
Read by a few and a fewer who will pay heed
We are transferred from thoughts to pages, one at a time
We have changed many a hands, and many a minds

We are traversed realities on the edge of a page
We are bubble wrapped packages finding our ways
On off chances that we may slip and fall somewhere
We will still find the end of roads at the end of days

To those who have understood words from a few
Who have taken lead in whatever they can do
Who are not afraid of being being broken at places
Who are not walking back, who are not counting paces

In sometime when the world is all caught up
We are rain collecting somewhere in a paper cup
We are instructions on the boxes, we don't know what they say
We are rule books in the world, the one from which life doesn't play

And the fragile writings at the end of this day
We are stronger at places , where we might
                              have been broken some days