With every being, there is something inside their soul.
It glows, fades, and sometimes dies out-
It’s called a soul.
There are few whose are perfect and many are broken.
A couple have gone corrupt.
Everyone’s has a crack or break, whether it be big or small,
crooked or straight,
it’s the one flaw we’ve all collected.
we continue to glow and shine.
There’s a uniqueness in all of them.
It may be the color, the shape, or the density, but it’s there.
Sometimes, you have to let your’s grow and transform…
…to break the mold.