the frail

we are the frail
that which we cannot stand
in another
resides within ourself
not that we are,
but we could be
and though we think we're better
we're not
really

we are the frail
the same that when we choose
to stop eating
we digest ourselves
to make choices
we live with consequence

we are the frail
and we dance, sing, laugh
we even get that feeling
be it focus, intense desire, or
complete understanding

we are the frail
and it goes without saying
the show always goes on
recognized by an admission of embrace
or a glance in the mirror,
as the years go by

we are the frail
don't bury us early
under silly things
for the grand reuniting
from whence we came
has built us
as we are

we are the frail
trimmed like a rose bush
to grow in certain directions
pushing out our thorns
yet we're not unlike petals
which we mourn
as they fall away

beautiful nothing,
a king's contemplation
gracious for time
exploring the infinite
through sand in an hourglass

we are the frail
cheers to us