Fragile
My path is coming to an end,
that poor stream of my life,
in that failure that was only myself.
Vulnerable in a sea of tears,
fragile like a beautiful hyaline quartz,
transparent, translucent like a hard stone.
The one who sinks and rises in his own tides,
so fragile that I drown in the hope of being nothing.
In these words that no one will understand, in this strange language,
in the world of true crystal that fractures in its reflections,
in that life that more than one believes is gentle,
while I expose that life no one sees to the light.
Poems of a life that drains away each day,
as I let myself be rocked by the waves
of that music that brings a full stop
and an ending to a life that has slipped away.
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Frágil
Va terminando mi camino,
ese pobre arroyo de mi vida,
en ese fracaso que fui solo yo.
Vulnerable en un mar de lágrimas,
frágil como un hermoso cuarzo hialino,
transparente, translúcido como una dura piedra.
Ese que se hunde y se levanta en sus propias mareas,
tan frágil, que me ahogo en la esperanza de no ser nada.
En estas palabras que nadie comprenderá, en este lenguaje extraño,
en el mundo del cristal auténtico que se fractura en sus reflejos,
en esa vida que más de uno piensa que es acariciante,
mientras expongo esa vida que nadie ve a la luz.
Poemas de una vida que se agota cada día,
mientras me dejo mecer por las ondas
de esa música que pone punto
y final a una vida que se fue.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments4
This poem in metaphor speaks of fragility and transparency in a modern world and the end to a life. Well said
Thank you for commenting. In this world, sometimes stones break when they discover they have a soul…
You are most welcome Carlos
Lovely poem ✍🏼🤩
"Thanks a lot for your valuable comments
Carlos, this hit me hard. There is such a deep weariness running through it, yet it never feels theatrical. It feels like someone holding up their inner world and refusing to hide the cracks. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Words have the magic to carry our innermost world and turn it into something beautiful, even when we break — and that is the beauty of being able to tell our life story day by day, that intimacy we wouldn’t dare to say to someone face‑to‑face…
Thank you very much for commenting.
Carlos, the crystal imagery really stayed with me. Something transparent and beautiful, yet capable of fracturing under pressure. That image echoes throughout the poem and gives it such a haunting quality. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
My favorite stone is quartz, the one that is so abundant and yet can be beautiful, transparent, and despite its hardness, can still break and crack. Deep down, I wish—just as my mother used to say—that I had a heart of stone so I wouldn’t suffer, but I ended up with a human one.
My words are a diary of what happens day by day; they are the truth of my life, tinged with the distant beauty of that ‘something more’ that is the Light of Truth.
Thank you for peeking into the distant reflections of my life, which is but a mist.
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