Ever so slight at first
Barely noticeable to the naked eye,
Often glanced over
Seen as nothing more than trite.
But ever so slowly it begins to grow
Ensnarling all around it,
Tangling everything in its grasp
Trying to keep all the pieces together.
Yet as the tiny pieces are uncoiled
And simply cast aside without a further glance,
I desperately trying to collect them
Before they become lost in the wind.
Trying to maintain a semblance of whole
As my world around me becomes tattered and broken,
I gently embrace the fray
Seeking comfort in the unbalance.