The Passing

By: Sophia Terian

The fragility of life will always terrify me.
Sometimes I feel so vulnerable, 
thinking of all the ways my life could spontaneously end –
the accidents
the inflictions
what I inflict.
The fragility of life will always astonish me.
Sometimes I drift away from the facts and 
sometimes they’re too close,
a weight on my chest,
paranoia in my head,
and tears on my cheek.
The fragility of life will always amaze me.
Sometimes I marvel at the way flower petals fold into the perfect cup –
the way the body is made
the balance of health
the likelihood of error.
The fragility of life will always whisper meaning,
“Do what you can, with what you have.”
Sometimes I hate that the fragility cannot be made strong,
sometimes I love that strength can be made in fragility.