Like Sugar

I'm delicate

Fragile

Like sugar

I crumble easily

In the hands

Of the ones who care for me most

You can't pick up the pieces

So you all start over

And leave me on your soles

But eventually even that slight stick

When you walk fades

And I am nothing

Until someone sees what you once saw in me

They start with only a small bit

Of what I once was 

A single thought

And they begin to rebuild me

They shape my toes

And my fingers

They mold my freckled arms 

With my round shoulders

They sculpt my legs 

And stretch them

To make me grow

But they soon become tired

And they becomes one

She creates my pink cheeks

And chapped lips

She forms my wandering eyes, 

My thick locks of chocolate brown,

And ends with my heart

Steady

Yet weak

Recovering

Reviews

[Violetta Alexis]

This inspired me to write something. Thanks.

[Libby]

Really good, excellent metaphor. c:

[Ruth]

And everyone picks a little more each day...this is stunning wording love...cleverly thought out xx

[Linear]

I like the idea you have used in this poem, a kind of Candy Girl, to be devoured by those who love you, then leaVing not a trace, till another comes along and rebuilds

Lots of good metaphors, Realy enjoyed :0)