"Soft and Weak"

What's going on guys? I know it has been a minute. I been sick, then my little girl got sick. I'm back!!! How are you all doing? I would like to share a poem I wrote with you all. I call it....

"Soft and Weak"

You could never stand firm in this world,
it's climate's whiff would impel your mentality.
The torch of wisdom implies knowledge with understanding.
Realize our own faults, your spirit is demanding.
A vacillating foundation can't be constructed.
Like crackers, it will crumble and tumble.
Don't be like water, letting objects shape you,
and don't be like smoke, letting the wind take you.
We all are mortal; all flesh and blood.
Born of sinners of a continuing cycle,
all getting caught off-guard in the downpour,
but it's the strong and ambitious that requires more.
Don't give up on what you're trying to do.
No one ascends to low expectations.
Whatever don't kill you, makes you stronger.
Just retain your rope, and hope on a little while longer.
These grounds become moist and misty,
like a person without purpose and integrity.
We all are the same on the inside,
but self can become an opponent, not a comrade.
The spirit indeed is willing,
but the flesh is weak.
Our journey needs traffic signals and stop signs,
and spoken and written words to lead the blind.