Dawn & Dusk

Shattered pieces
Shards of clay
The once-smooth texture
Now riddled with dismay

Damaged goods
We label ourselves
And slide our way
To the back of the shelves

He searches in the shadows
For those who hide
Those with shattered confidence
To bring them new life

Cracks of shame
Filled with the clay of grace
Old scars of torment
No longer leave a trace