Cracks Make Me Whole.......

I walk open my paved road,
And stare at all the cracks,
Each one tells a story,
A memory that now forever lasts.

How did I end up here?
A girl with so many hidden scars,
This life is a game of poker and it is time to show my hand of cards.

You can’t change me, I’m not broken,
And I’m sorry that you think it is bad to be out spoken.
But this is me, yes I am real,
And if you loved me you would show me by holding me while I tried to heal.

I won’t stop being me,
And if you can’t handle that then there is the door,
You can leave.

I’m going to make it,
I’m going to survive,
Or at least I’m going to start to try.