Image by kenne
The cracks grow wider
Though the door is not broken
The sun shines through
Warming the dark corners
Sitting in the morning shadows
The light exposes my scars
Deepen from experiences past
Forming their own shadows
Like cracks by my eyes
The scars are not broken
— kenne
How thought provoking! Like the cracks in the door, I notice that many of my older acquaintances seem to emit more light as a result of their experiences.
Nice that you understand the show!
Great shot and poem!
. . . most appreciated.
Exactly what I love–the beauty in the cracks. Love it!:)
-Jennifer
Life is all about the cracks. The black and white keys on piano are importand, but it’s the cracks that really count.
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
Reblogged from May 2013. — kenne