I’m a crack in the glass
An error along unblemished pane
I find myself growing each day
As my edges are caressed with rain
Caressed by a beautiful perfection
As my pain reaches out stretching me thin
But I’ll never reach their happiness
And if I did, what even would I do then?
Would this crack in pane celebrate?
Or would it crumble from sudden completeness
I’m a crack in the glass
An error in unblemished pane
I’ll grow more each day
Until I crumble from the pain
Timothy Weiermann
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cracks-8/
