My Crackling
Cracks are my reality,
they are showing in my skin.
Weakness where I'm starting to break,
exposing all that I hold deep within.
Things no ones seen,
things never shown.
Things i re-see,
that over time turned unknown.
Holding my breath deeply within,
I must hold together these cracks in my skin.
Strengthen myself so I don't someday break,
and keep this one piece together that holds up my face.
Its a strain to my thoughts,
its a fear to my soul.
That I cant hide these cracks,
I try hard but they show.
All people stare,
none turn away.
Some count the pieces,
my cracking has made.
Hundreds of pieces,
all needing graves.
Once you start cracking,
your starting to break.
And once somethings broken,
you throw it away.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
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