the holes in our lives
are not marks
of souls
un-whole
but merely
windows
that
let the light through
for
throughout
our fray
with this mortality
we shine
brightest
not in our strength
but in our weakness
when
the world
leans against us
with its might
daring us
to falter
beneath
its weight
taunting us
as we bend
haunting us
with the echoes
of the lives
it has
already
crushed
we need not fear
we are not broken
just unfinished
our value
does not lie in perfection
but in potential
and good intentions
for
we touch others
most deeply
not in our success
but in our struggles
through the holes
in our lives
we reach out to others
to heal them
through the holes
in our lives
we let others in
and are made whole
