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.