Fragile Strength
My beginning was a fragile breath.
A newborn soul,
A simple being, born into a complex world.
Growing up the world was blurry,
Innocence consumed all my thoughts while the world outside was anything but.
The older I got, the more I felt like a raindrop,
Falling from the innocent to a puddle of reality.
The world came into focus and with that focus I began see lines that before were invisible,
Lines that were drawn in my childhood, I now began to fill in and draw lines of my own.
The older I got, the more my understanding grew, and the more afraid I was.
The realization that I was still that fragile being, living in a tainted world.
Others have helped me become less afraid, but only religion made me strong.
Suddenly I had the strength to face myself and discover myself.
Today I am a strong, independent being, aware of my faults to a fault.
Today I am a hopeful being, a refuge for those who are still afraid.