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Crack upon crack,
gathered by passing time,
crack upon crack,
marks of my placement
in this world,
crack upon crack,
inflicted on me, or by myself,
some by choice whilst some had to be,
crack, crack, crack,
the maze of a fractured self,
re-connected by the grace
of heavenly spirits late, late at night.
You may find fissures, you can see the cracks,
but I do stand before you, broken, I'm certainly not.
We all have a few cracks in our shell.
ReplyDeletewowo! ur poems are awesome!
ReplyDeleteMotivational. Thank you for this
ReplyDeleteIntriguing, Shadow!
ReplyDelete:) ... yes, friend Shadow ... may the circle never be unbroken ... smiles ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteThere is a difference between cracked and broken..we all have some cracks, some just hide them better than others.
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DeleteOnly the wise can present themselves like this. A true portrait if the was and is.
ReplyDeleteA crack here, a crack there, normal.....but never broken !
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