Tiny Little Fractures

My soul, to you, looks whole,
Though you cannot see,
The tiny, little faults,
Dividing all of me.

For every tear I've cried,
For every ounce of pain,
A piece of me has broken,
Though I still remain.

Tiny little fractures,
Memories which lay broken,
Sunny days, somewhere ahead,
Of rarely, are they spoken.

Healing comes with time,
And never without work,
You must find the strength inside,
A duty we can't shirk.

Wallow in the mire,
Until the day you die,
You'll see the life you wasted,
Always asking why?

Another cannot see,
Or ever truly fix,
The things we love to break,
Behind this wall of bricks.