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
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