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.