Fragile

Sometimes, I guess that's what we are.
FRAGILE.

And though at times we may admit that we are strong enought to face it, to bear it.
whatever that 'it' is. But when things went corrupted and we have no one to hang on to, aren't we not, but a fragile thing that may torn apart?


Like a glass, we broke to million little piece.
Like a piece of paper, we were shattered into a tiny bits of unknown figure.


And at times like this sometimes I realized that maybe this is why we need God.
And that's why God is always never too far from our reach/ our call.


If only we are willing to call upon Him for help.


For strength.


And indeed, sometimes it is not easy for us to simply admit that we are wrong/ we are weak.
Sometimes we are too prideful to admit that we are troubled.
Or that we need help.


But sometimes I feel that, if only we could just let down our pride and admit "defeat"
The fact that we need some help, perhaps, things won't come to a shattered end.
Things may be remoulded into something better rather than loosing it all and came to a broken end.


Broken hearts.
Broken souls.
Broken tears.
Or even a Broken Faith...