Unapologetically Human

Do you ever feel the softness of your skin

And wonder how you haven't shattered yet?

Our souls are little beads of honey,

Plucked

From the flaming wick of God's tongue, and

Dropped

Into hollow dreams shaped like men.

Our desire is to reach out,

To touch,

To feel, anyone, anything...

And so we make believe.

In childhood, we call it dress-up.

In adulthood we call it living,

Huddling inside our glass soul-boxes

With no telling what we've been through.

Until one day, we find a craft fit to measure God,

The smallest fracture forms, and the human bleeds

Out, in beads of honey.

That is when we stick, when the human

Bleeds out and latches on to everything we do,

When all of our pretenses

Shatter,

And we are left to stand as we are,

Unapologetically human.