Stephanie Arwen Lynch

Like glass undone,
My soul melts.
Plain sand beginnings.
Heat white hot
Makes me fragile.

I can´t explore
These new pieces.
Grainy hurts
Under my heart.
I am fragile.

Not yet begun,
I stack words.
Haphazard thoughts
Like glass undone.
What makes a pearl?
It´s so fragile.

Glass not begun.
There is no up.
Down is over-rated;
In some ways side.
Heat doesn´t complete--
Heart so so fragile.