A wine glass tucked in the corner,
a crack running down its globe,
tells the story of my realm

that translucent crack
visible to all the world
cannot be hidden
but will not be a hinderance either

the glass stands strong,
pieces separated, but still
unified

I polish, I perfect
I work to heal the crack
that has been run through me

yes, I am cracked,
but I remain
strong
unified
with the people I love and
with the pieces of me

always moving forward