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.
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