Fragile Power

The flower’s fragile fragrance

Flits in the air with great flair.

Our brittle boastful beauty

Dies an easy death as its flaky.

Our self-esteem and worth

Are no better in a quick death.

Our faith is crushable in

Its flimsy strength that’s not portable.

Our relationships are just as tender

If not cared and sacrificed for.

It’s the easiest thing in life to let go,

And not struggle to overcome the foe.

By Malakkc

I'm a Canadian whose life has been interesting as I've lived in Developing countries and here. The contrast of law, order, and amenities available to us Canadians (which we take for granted, sometimes) to war torn civil wars is enormous. It leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.

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