there is a stillness in me in formless

a fragile nature that creeps in slowly

maybe I am glass
shattered in the moments you least expect
a fantastic explosion

maybe I will withstand time and carelessness
a delicate heirloom to be passed down through generations

could I put the pieces back together if everything falls apart?

She asks sitting at the dining room table where the flowers have wilted
and there are books, countless books,
holding all the work that needs to be done.

the most dangerous people are the ones who hold everything in