The Porcelain Mind

The mind is a fragile thing,
So easily lost, so easily shattered,
But it's hard to put the pieces together
Once it's been beaten and battered,

The mind is an unpredictable thing,
Capable of bringing out our worst fears,
Of showing us what it means to be brave,
Of driving even the strongest to tears,

The mind is a precarious thing,
Balanced on the edge of a knife,
Needing but the slightest tap
To fall into an endless strife,

But the mind is a beautiful thing,
Giving us our wildest dreams,
And in all our darkness,
It's where our faintest hope gleams.