The fragility of certainties

You thought you were happy…
in that enchanted castle…
full of contention and sadness…

You felt free…
anchored to an uncertain port…
strewn with weeds…

You looked loved
like innocent childhood,
like the infamous innocence…

We are fragile,
so uncertain as are our certainties…

Sensitive as they blame us,
too subtle,
for this world full of absurdities…