Porcelain Skin, Ceramic hearts

Canvasing the world as we solder metal bandages to wooden wings

We attempt to cover pain by silencing what our scars sing

A noted tension with a vulnerable assist

Showcases hope and a life we refuse to resist

The porcelain skin that encompasses our ceramic hearts

Shatters with words, fragile from the start

We attempt to grow strong and bring misfortune to rest

Never acknowledging our torment in life's daunting test

Powerful stances and barricaded walls

Provide the illusion of safety from the inevitable fall

We torture our minds with grace and self-worth

A future and freedom promised at birth

Together we provoke sanity and justifying results

But solely we fail due to committmentless faults

Pressure is applied for us all to do right

Causing the misery to show only at night

We lie restless, we toss, and we turn

Contemplating all failures and lessons we learn

Memories and dreams driven by desires and needs

Pose as the trough through which our fiction feeds

Obtaining the most out of life is what we all want

Hoping when we die it's not viewed as a meaningless stunt

The term YOLO has grown, been acknowledged and applied in so many lives. My daughter gave me one of the greatest realizations of all. "We live every day dad, we only die once." -- <3
As precise and true as that statement is we all need to consider the fact that even a broken crayon still colors.
Never give up

One day at a time.