Fragile

We are fragile. You and me.

Though we act strong,

our lives are

held together with

thoughts of where

we might be tomorrow.

And of disappointed

yesterdays.

At any moment we might shatter.

We might fall to our knees

weighed down by the terror

of being so far from

our own control.

Dare we look up, we’d not know

where to go or what to do.

We are fragile. You and me.

If we were to turn to each other,

we might see the whole

world on their knees.

Hurting, and seemingly alone.

But none of us are.

We are fragile together.