Fragile
We are all just fragile things, Our stories shatter in an instant. A misplaced word, a broken moment, Shards of sharp and jagged selves. Pieces of the past Cannot be put together; We fix the future with kintsugi, Finding beauty in the flaws. Yesterday, we smiled.
In hope and fear, And love and loss, We take unsteady steps On unmarked paths: This living hand In yours.