Cracks

I look at the cracks in my life,

They that make it impossible for me

To hold onto anything

I always end up losing things

Never really understanding why

Until I looked in the mirror,

And saw the cracks…

Cracks not beautiful

Cracks that not even an artist can appreciate

Ugly cracks all about me

Who would want to be held,

In such a cracked vessel?

Tears almost stream down my face

As I think of my hopeless case

Who could ever want

A broken cistern like me…

You touch my face gently

And wipe the tears from my heart

And you smile

You say you love me

With my cracks,

Even before I was born

You loved me

Nothing more beautiful

Have you ever

Set your eyes on.

You love me through the cracks