I helped you ascend,
to see yourself through the eyes of a god
We played your game and won its odds.
With you, it felt like gold,
That even a rich man would be in awe.
You flew above, and saw the sun,
An image of you ran.
And I plummeted back down to earth,
Left with blues, and a memoir of you.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Fragile Enough
PoetryThese words are a collection of moments in time, tied together by the simple and profound fragility of life. Thank you for reading.
