Broken vessels

Just like this vessel, we all bear Marks of struggle, signs of wear. But beneath the surface, deep within Lies the essence of who we have been. Like a glass that has fallen And shattered upon the floor. You gather together its pieces And hope it can be restored. A jigsaw puzzle, a mosaic of colors. Carefully rebuilt, one part against another. Showing the beauty that creativity can weild. Love the glue with which it is held. All its flaws and imperfections Make it even better. You can only create diamonds With extreme heat and pressure. We like this vessel all have our scars. Our traumas and experiences, uniquely ours. We all are broken in one way or another. It's what's inside the vessel we need to discover. So let us embrace our cracks and dents. For they are the marks of life's events. Each one is a memory of a lesson learned. Each one a badge of honor we have earned. Our flaws the colors that paint our designs. Don't be ashamed, we all have cracks. Yours are just different from mine.