Cracks on the Surface

A cycle of poems «When Your Love Turns to Ashes»

Sunday morning, sunshine peeking through the blinds
Another day begins, leaving yesterday behind
But the coffee's bitter, and the smile feels kinda tight
Feels like I'm walking on a floor that isn't quite right

Cracks on the surface, barely catching the light
Hidden beneath the gloss, holding on with all my might
Cracks on the surface, a silent, subtle plea
Is anyone looking close enough to see me?

Holding conversations, laughing at the jokes they tell
Playing the part perfectly, masking the living hell
Of unanswered questions and dreams that went astray
Painting over trouble, just to get through the day

Cracks on the surface, barely catching the light
Hidden beneath the gloss, holding on with all my might
Cracks on the surface, a silent, subtle plea
Is anyone looking close enough to see me?

Maybe it's time to stop pretending, to let the truth unfold
To let these imperfections shimmer, a story to be told
To embrace the broken places, the scars I can't erase
And find a kind of beauty in this fragile, fractured space

Cracks on the surface, finally catching the light
No longer hidden, shining radiant and bright
Cracks on the surface, a powerful, honest plea
I'm finally looking at myself, truly seeing me

Yeah, seeing me, flaws and all, finally setting me free
Cracks on the surface, a testament to me.
Cracks on the surface, a testament to me.