Cracked

Location

The people that reside here in this mess

Would have you believe

That if you have cracks you cannot be beautiful.

I am the breathing soul

Who is proof of their derisory premiss.

I am fractured,

Like a shard of splintering glass

I am sharp and chaotic.

Yet like the same broken piece of glass,

There is beauty in my cracks,

Stretching like the crystal spiderwebs,

Purposeful and flawless.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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