Crippled Underneath

Beautiful... Is all they see oblivious to the crippling underneath Not of limb or sight nor speech enfeebled truly when it comes to need The potters wheel held steady spin yet hands that formed were cruel creating pieces that could never be used as vessels expected to depend A ladders rung that falls away when simple trust you gave time and again will find you grounded so high were the heights once counted and the lessons embedded from the fall Not one or two the range is thousands from the simple and such extremes Better the choice to be safely serene then the hope you'll be redeemed from it all For the lilac so fragrant a fragile fool has fallen to the ground before you Careless and unmeaning steps can crush her till there's no beauty left Her fragrance sweeter when trusting less yet seeing beneath the surface is what you do best If hands she had to reach for the ladders rung Just one more time to prove with time not left for false of tongue and the living of dreams to shun would her courage this time bear the truth that the one who made her made her for you? Beautiful is all they see but you, your set apart You see the crippled underneath and never give up on my heart