thread

My image of glass,

Hangs by a thread.

All it takes is a crack,

On the eggshells you tread.

So fragile and frail,

Hemmed in by my fears.

I hold my breath tight,

Shut my eyes and my ears.

Don’t tell me your thoughts,

Don’t give me a hint.

I’d rather not know,

What your words meant.

I’m so close to crumbling,

It’s a moment away.

The thread that holds me,

Is starting to fray.