In Defence of Frailty

Blinded and unaware, innocent as children
We cause, unwittingly
The destruction of those things
We so ache to preserve.
Like prophecies that self-fulfill
We are left hollow with the hunger
For some golden truth
In acquiescence of our hurts.
A waking slumber holds us in lassitude,
A slow, creeping weakness
That ends even bright, fierce joy.
Causing a deep and restless grief
That permits no release.
And so, we put ourselves to the test
To heal our broken hopes
And shore up the erosion
We cause in our hearts,
To find some sure and solid bedrock
To lay our cracked ideals upon.
With fist clenched above our heart
We make promises to ourselves
And swear fealty to our longings.


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