Fragility
Fragility
It is easy to forget how fragile we are,
the strongest among us
seemingly young and powerful,
yet,
in one moment to the next
all can be torn away;
helplessness is what is left,
in fact,
Along our highways it is shown,
a lesson in temporality;
crosses and shrines
dedicated to a loved one,
mostly the very young
whose thought of invulnerability
again shown wrong.
There is one such shrine near Heritage High school,
just past the light going away from Conyers;
Aubrae was her name,
the dates there for all to see
1989-2007.
I pass it sometimes three or four times a day,
it is like a slow drip of sorrow,
I almost feel as if I know her
a young girl cut down
leaving mourning
and the cold void,
yet still loved and remembered,
even by strangers like me.
I doubt I am the only one who says a prayer,
both for her and her family
as I drive past,
seeming to speed,
yet each time a piece of me,
a small one,
is left behind.
It is near a school,
so perhaps it is more powerful,
so close to other young lives,
a few who will one day join her,
perhaps they to will have
a cross and flowers placed there
by a loving family,
so strangers will see,
learn to even love the one unknown
and drop a prayer at each passing,
the speeding by
an illusion.
We are like glass
easily shattered
and yes
destroyed.
Perhaps our strength
is that we persist
day in and day out
learning to forget
we live our lives
on the edge.
For we
dance before the precipice,
only one day to fall over
into the darkest
of mysteries,
which awaits us all;
a terror buried
often forgotten
in our hurly-burly lives.
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