humanity

humanity

Some days I curse

At the top of my lungs

My humanity

Its imperfection

Its vulnerability

Its futility

Some days I curse

My inability

To fix

anything

My inability

To control

Everything

Some days I curse

My own two hands

How small

Feeble

Weak

They are

But in the end I realize

That in my weakness

Comes my greatest opportunity

For courage

Strength

Love

To love not despite flaws

But including them

To see another’s humanity

Is my greatest honor

And to love my own

Is my life’s purpose