“Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up."

the million hands which craft our lives
exist unaware of our sufferings
and triumphs –
in a feeble attempt we reach up… (but
to where?)… and fall forward
on our identities…
– all for a glimmer of hope that
one hand will reach out…
the one which is foreign…
to help steady the fall… or if not…
at least to wipe the gravel from our smiles…