I have cracks.
That is what qualifies me.
I am flawed.
That is why I am well able.
It is the clefts, the nooks, and crannies in my soul that embellish me.
My gnarls and brokenness make a beautiful lampstand.
The light of hope and resilience, gracefully seep out of the crevices.
My world brightens up.
I finally realize that I am lovely.
The dark clouds of self loath that floated on high o’er the hills and vales of my soul are no more.
I stand tall, scars and all.
The bitter and the sweet of my life have moulded me into a vase of exquisite artistry.