The connective tissue
between our humanity
is what sustains my hope in it

It is the instincts we act upon
to protect the ones we love
the humility we show
when we cry into someone’s arms
remind us of how fragile we are
because sometimes
all I’m really looking for is someone
who can hold my fragility
and still love me for it
even when I break

After all
our life is fleeting away
with each palpitation
bouncing against the brittle
walls of our hearts
is a spectacle of God’s love
desperately longing to be acted upon