Are you strong enough to fall
without cracking at all,
crack, crack, crack, it’s fine.
We all have a few lines
running down the palms of our hands
and upon the ground where we stand.
Unstable and breakable we’re still of use
though we’re not all pretty and new.
Polish us up a little and watch us shine,
A bit of magic and a little bit of time
is all it takes for healing and growth.
What will grow from our cracks, nobody knows.
Flowers or weeds, flower or weeds
whatever it is, it still sets us free,
It’ll let us be
It will let us be
It will let us be free.
(Photo’s taken by me of the roses in my mother’s garden)