frailty

 
lilts the melancholy
on my heart's strings
little stirrings remind me of my frailty

to the world, I remain stoic
inside my solemn sacred vow, I crumble
tender feelings come through and I weep

gentle child of the stars
born of humanity
within a mortal tomb, evolves
to learn some sympathy
to find beauty in pain
to see strength in the weak

in my broken, bitter dawn
I cry to the heavens
I'm going to crack
I can bear no more
that's when I find my strength

resilient determination
grows in the soil humility
finds its roots in truth

it is human of me to break a little
getting up again
there I see true grit

beautiful in the becoming
everyday a new chance