Human Frailty

You never knew what it was like to be bruised. So obviously broken, exposed to the open. Sutures from past scars you hide like nakedness in your eyes. Something to be ashamed of. Something to rise above. Such a beautiful thing is human frailty. What a relief to learn I'm only me. The world's success doesn't start with me. Other's stress has nothing to do with me. The weight of the earth doesn't rest on me. After all I'm only...me. Deilcate and fragile qualities molded, taught and made me who I am who I am. Please God, make me weak for love. Make me sad for loss. Make me lose it all. Make me feel so small. Make me cry too long. But God, don't make me strong.