jane solanrobertson - Take Care

I am china
And glass,
Reeds in the wind
Sand that flies up and is gone
In a breath:
Take care.

I am an open wound
That gapes,
Pulsating
Yet fearing infection
From careless hands.

I am the remains
Of a lover's hearty meal:
Enjoyed
But thrown aside
For the scavengers to find.

I am a loyal bedmate
Through the rainy nights,
Then left behind
For the sunshine.

I am a flower
Delicate,
But once more ripe for the picking.
Take care.

jane solanrobertson

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