Irregular Holes

You have irregular holes
Made by pieces
Long missing.

Wind screams through them
Rain erodes them
They echo

Some of you is made thin
Almost dust
Will you crumble?

It’s so terrifying,
You cry, cry, cry.

You have irregular holes
Framed by pieces
You fought to keep

Light shines through them
You have a clear view
Of the sun

Some of you is made thin
vulnerable
But you won’t crumble

It’s so beautiful,
You cry, cry, cry.