Common And Fragile Poem by Robin Bennett

O' how increasingly fragile
I've become
Shattered depression glass
cuts deep into thin skin

I'm blanched, lacking layers
and oh so common. Even a glass
slipper is no cure, only a false
dimension of hope.

Banish the mirrors, soon to become
her own pile of shards. My weakened
reflection now stares back from the
pieces on the floor. I sweep away
the carnage under the rug.

A symphony of souls have led me
to this point. After years of hidden adjectives
and flash fights, I believe the hype.

I'm dandelion common, Danica Flora fragile,
haunted house frightened, and deadly alone.