Broken
If each of us was
a pane of glass,
we would see clearly each other’s
pains and cracks.
Cracks come in all
lengths and designs,
results of our assorted circumstances.
Pieces chip off
and some of us are desperate
to glue them back on,
pretending everything is fine;
pretending nothing has changed;
pretending there is no pain.
But these
cracks and pains
never appear without cause.
If each of us was
a pane of glass,
maybe we would be more inclined
to respect what we’ve been through
than we are concerned
with hiding our brokenness.
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