Weak

I am not strong enough to withstand the lows.
like a frail and fragile piece of art
always just this close to destruction.
The slightest tap can push me over the edge
A sensitive child,
tears wait in their ducts ready to
burst forth like a flood
(I've mastered the skill of holding them back,
building dams, fortifying their walls).
A flower on the side of the road
blooming in the wild
who loves the colors she bears
soaking up the rain, swaying in the breeze,
but will faint at the first sign of intense conditions.

I'm all of these
And in all my frailty, you see,
it's impossible for me to survive this life
of highs and lows
harsh weather and harsh tones
hateful glances from sharp eyes.
A delicate soul in a shell of dust;
how could i keep from crumbling
If He did not know me,
the day and the way I was made?

Because He remembers me
I won't break.

Ps 103: 14 - 16