Don’t tell me you’ve never fallen
Or ever felt broken?
Haven’t we all, at some time?
Some a wee bit; others’ a wee bit more.
The cracks – they’re there
We hide them, as best we can.
You know you can bear them, before me; with neither fear nor shame
For the tools and the hand that made us, are one and the same
And we were left to bake, in the heat of one sun.
So let’s trace our fingers along those cracks;
Memories we’ll call them; dark tunnels,
Deep, deep caves.
We won’t go too far, so we don’t get lost;
We’ll look for that ray, for a beam
That streams in
The one that bathes the tunnel
The one that warms the cave
We’ll come out stronger; you’ll see
Our cracks – they’ll be our guiding stars
Reminders, that we lived,
We did not break-
But, we rose.
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