Brittle

Handle with care, 

Don’t let me break

I’m brittle that way.

A single fall

Can shatter me all

So let me stand tall.

In a world of brass

I am but glass,

I got the shine but no mass.

In me you can form chinks 

And send me right to the brinks,

Get me tumbling till it all sinks.

What can I say? I’m brittle 

Since I was just very little 

I can’t take a plunge a tittle. 

You need to know I am fragile, 

Not like you, so agile. 

I can’t move swiftly with no guide. 

I am the river that stops at the rocks, 

Doesn’t flow through, can’t bear the costs;

The idea of pain sends me to shocks. 

At one time I had been more, 

I didn’t break, only scratches were shown

But that tolerance I no longer hold. 

I am brittle to your touch, 

To your arms I will clutch

But I break form when you scathe my trust.

I know the world’s not mine 

It’s of those who are brine 

Who pickle on their way to the shrine.

I sway but I know I’ll break.

What can I say? 

I am just brittle that way.