Cracked exterior

Throw me away,
because I'm cracked.
Discard me,
for I am damaged.

You see an ugly scar
running through me.
You ask not questions.
You think not reasons.

Look at the
broken glass
and see in it
yourself.

Look where
you deemed unfit
to be seen.
Understand that which you have dismissed.

Pick up
the shattered pieces
and fit them together
like a puzzle.

Where have I been?
Where have you been?
Where have we all been,
one time, long ago?

Is this a treasure,
or discarded trash
to be thrown away
yesterday.

One man's trash
is another man's treasure.
You forget that you too
were once pure.

Sullied,
in this dirty world.
We are darkened
with soot and ash.

Soap and water
cannot clean you.
Nothing
can scrub your soul.

Why doth thou slumber,
and how caneth  you awake
in the morn?
Doth thou not fear retribution?

Ah, but the sun does rise
in the East, every morn,
and set in the West every eve.
And our soul is renewed once again.

Would you throw away
a precious diamond,
for a hairline crack?
Great value it holds still.

Scars are a way of saying,
I have lived,
I have been,
I have seen a great lot of things.

Once expensive and new,
now- broken and, cheap?
But the value
never changes.

The crack may never mend,
but the inside
remains the same,
beautiful and sublime.