I find the delicate pieces
of a human spirit
so hard to contain.

They reach out,
so often,
towards things that promise
only harm
and heartbreak.

Their optimism is striking.

Like a child...
  untainted,
  unbroken,
  and head held high with innocence.

If only we can preserve
that optimism and innocence
and hold it tight against our breast
throughout life.

Imagine what we could see,

       and all that we've been missing.