What sets me apart,
What makes me differ?
I am a piece of art
One I see staring at me in the mirror.
I see a gem as the canvas,
The artist is unknown,
But the art left behind looks like Atlas,
Forced to carry the world alone.
As I notice my flaws,
I see the stone crack
Beginning to take shape, unconfined by society’s laws.
Each flaw, adds to the beauty, and the piece is on track.
I worry about all the things in my past,
Each one sculpting a new part of the piece,
And I begin to remember of those things I did outlast,
And as I do the cracking starts to cease.
I have accepted those blemishes,
For I see the beauty they have created.
All the cracks have delivered their messages,
That all of them were fated.
Fated to make me accept myself,
To love the errors that I once rejected,
And to leave that hate on a shelf,
In order to leave no part of me neglected.
Accepting this I learned to see
I cannot love just a section
For now the truth is known to me
I am cracked to perfection.