Cracks Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

A broken jar
Is no more useful
The water it stores before
Spills and clashes
As the pieces scatter on the floor
It may be fixed you may say
Yes, that is true
But it will not be the same.

The ‘cracks’ will be there,
Like the scars of life
Brought by
The smashing happenings
The wounds heal
Yet they leave a mark,
A sign of pain and grief.

To ask may seems easy,
To accept is another thing
Spoken words came out
Not from the heart
But in the pretending tongue
Motive is hidden
And messages wear disguise.

Saying sorry is a common remedy,
Guts will tell the mouth to speak
But it is not a guessing game
That you would pick choices
And hold them at stake

Forgiveness is not for sale,
It is offered by an open heart
Forgiveness is not for sale
Yet it has a price and value
The cracks will remind what happens,
Leading you to learn and grow.

A broken thing may be fixed
But it weakens time to time,
Life in a repair
Can disrupt the dream
Asking is different from giving.