Sunday, May 8, 2011


We are a house of cards
Precipitously placed
Smiling and nodding
While holding our breaths.
One wrong word

We tumble
So fragile
Never what we once were
Until we are built back up again
Holding our breaths.

We're proud of our skill
We love what we've made
But how little we know
One wrong word can decimate
We are rigid, not fluid
We balance, not gel
We protect our ideas
and our views of ourselves

But there is no glue in this house of cards
Just luck
And some hope
And just enough distance
Keep us tottering tottering tottering
Without seeing what we are.

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