Cracked rock

What I liked about this broken rock as I was taking a picture of it is that it could be mended. There were no pieces missing, they just needed to be pushed back together.

Sometimes I feel a lot like this rock, cracked and letting my ugly insides show. I say something I shouldn't, I have a bad attitude, I don't care as much as I should, and the darkness in me comes right out. Then, I get to try to fix it and be better next time.