Fragility
Life is housed
In the most fragile of vessels
Try as we might
Our lives are lived
Barely holding on
To the very tip
Of that branch
Which is supposed
To secure our world
We are exposed to the elements
Mercilessly battered and beaten
Sheltered in a papery shell
Which we can only hope
Will withstand the coming storms
But we are habitually discarded
After the briefest time
Told that we were only of value
For that season
When we sparkled with youth
We will not be here long enough
To bother loving anymore
But what if they are wrong
Could the antidote to death be love
~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda~
