Through the crinkles of time
These telling cracks
Hold my body
Together.
With all it’s wear and tear
The beauty within
Exudes.
I stand up tall,
Claim my place,
Here
In this
tick of the clock.
***This poem was Inspired by a beautiful vase from The Alchemist’s Studio
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