Beautiful Frailty

Beautiful Frailty applauds the soul where survival has no audience. These poems dwell in the bare mechanics of being human — where breath is conquered, not celebrated; where endurance is instinctual, not heroic. Anxiety runs through veins. Hearts pulse. Fear preys in Death's corners. What remains is not hope, but stamina: valour repeated, involuntary, biological. To continue is not triumph — it is...