A cracked Vase

I am a casualty of war
The fight that is worth fighting for
The fight within, the fight to thrive
The fight to live the fight to survive.
In every journey there's one first place
A futile and exhausting race
To always try to be the best
Weary souls deserve to rest.
Every moment looking back
Is discovered that victory has earned a crack.
Worn and weathered from the wars
You're beautiful in spite of scars
At times we may come to believe
We're without cracks but you're decieved
Every vase that welcomes sun
Has been wounded by someone
Some cracks were part of us at birth
Woven into the tapestry of our worth
No vase is cracked exactly the same
Every life has its own name
We reflect the light in different ways
Full of growth and full of grace
Looking different than one another
Our cracks make us sisters and brothers.💚❤