Cracks In My Walls
The building of me stands erect
Perfectly, imperfectly flawed
My plastered, painted smile hides the cracks
inside my walls
From outside looking in
sun shines through the windows of my eyes
But step inside my humble self
hidden leaks will soon arise.
In the rooms of my conscience
dirty laundry laid out bare
But clean laundry hangs out to dry for all to see — to air
If you’re looking for a show home
this house is not for you
The foundations of me wired with many faults
but abides with integrity
Warning!
I ask that you tread carefully
stepping on my indented floors
the building of me may stand erect
But I’m perfectly imperfectly flawed.
Written by Kiki Ray
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