Fragile Chrysalid

I am caught

between hopeful dreams

and bruising reality.

I weave a web of gossamer

light and fragile

delight and wonder

as I breath deeply of love.

I fall beneath the riptide

my breath sucked from my lungs

my eyes widening in desperation

as I lose the hope I held close.

This love

will it be my heaven or my hell?

Will finding the pieces of my heart again

and handing them to you;

be a comfort

or a cold regret?

My heart.

Fragile chrysalid

bound by your tender words.

Do not undo

the braided strands

for I cannot endure

not without you as my light.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 17/17