Porcelain. A poem. Porcelain, sheer and shining. Untouchable, lest you break. Cracks irreparable, iceberg deep. You/I are/am my/your porcelain. Share this:TweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related 9 thoughts on “Porcelain. A poem.” Add yours We are indeed fragile 🌹 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply We certainly are. I feel more fragile everyday 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply If you need a friend, I am here☺ Writing is a wonderful way to express ourselves 🌹 LikeLiked by 1 person Thank you so much. Your support is very much appreciated 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Where we crack, that’s the place the light will enter, Tumi would say. Being fragile is the trait of the strong. The ones who fought and we’re fought with, but still standing… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Hear, hear 🙂 LikeLike Reply Rumi would say* this autocorrect will kill me one day… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Autocorrect: the bane of correct and incorrect spelling everywhere 😉 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I long for 1985. LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.