In moments As my life crumbles before me I watch First my breath stops Then it resumes slowly Is it to hold the moment in? Or is it a piece of matter that hardens my soul? I wish for an ability to soften me further. Life! Hammer me That’s your job Which I envy not Shape me as you will Make me your instrument Keep your use of me a secret from me Teach me what you want But do not harden me I want to live every moment Happy or sad But ask me not to look at my life as a lesson I cannot bear the weight of all my life’s sadness and pain In a moment I can bear the weight of a day at a time If you force me to carry the weight You will have a broken instrument