Fragile
small and fragile things
youth flying on wings,
small ripples
touching the borders
of our beliefs.
freckled skin,
stipples and bumps,
a high-lighted road
where everything's owed.
memories made
within the refinement
of each retelling.
Each life a fabric
of garments we wear
here and there,
a stain or tare.
we watch ourselves be made
finest thread, dullest blade.
Desperately trying
to remove each stain;
taking great pain
to improve our appearance.
look our very best,
lest, we are judged
and fail the test;
becoming smudged
and unacceptable.
each fine gift we bring
wrapped with
unbroken string
a fragile story
too many are given
to carry.
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