Cracks

I saw everything, I heard many things,

There was a crack on a glass, I threw it,

There was a crack in my pot, I changed it,

Once the wall and then my doll cracked,

I mend it, but why couldn’t I mend me,

My cracks were big and wide, I hid them,

They were sore and bled, I lived them,

And now I have realized!

Yes I have realized!

I need no mending; I am a little cracked,

A little broken, but my cracks don’t bleed,

Anymore I walk tall, I neither hide, nor defy!

They are part of me, they have become me,

They are part of me; they are now my beauty...

*Monalisa Joshi*