perhaps we are all transparent
to one another
shimmering in our frail shells
completely awake and yet asleep
to our own patterns
we pounce on the obvious flaws
of those around us
and then forgive with thoughtless haste
or burdened pride
rarely offering a simple gesture
of recognition
yes we are all innately broken
the holes are rarely filled
in looking back
we discover our own mistakes
and have a choice:
attempt to hide our humanness
behind fragile walls,
or reach through the fabric
to catch each other
in a sweet soft embrace
pulling together
to close the gaps.
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