Centered

When my walls began to crack, it worried many in my circle. 

The cracks spidered upwards and some ran as the threat increased. As my walls came down, a few stayed to embrace and support. 

In the settling commotion, there were footprints leading away that I smiled towards. I appreciated what they contributed while they were here; part of me today is from them. As the dust cleared, many more stood with me than I anticipated. 

The rest of me has yet to be great because their presence is my potential. My strength is their support. My dreams are their hopes. And I them. My heart is centered with a reconciled circle.