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There will be Cracks

The cracks will be there Until you need them filled The light will pour in The tears will pour out Breezes clear the smoke Strangers come in Stranger go out carry Some rubble with them on strong shoulders Maybe they see something of use Something to use Some shiny cracked surface mirroring Their own brokenness Permanent marks left on the surface Kindly Don’t bleed much Don’t hit many nerves But change appearances Until she tires of not recognizing herself And up she stretches Shakes off the foreign dust  And begins to mix the mud She thinks of the warriors  Who have slipped through the cracks Whose boots have traversed shards Making her liveable again Her tears mix with the mud She adds cement to a gap Smooths into its pattern Recognition of its worth yet June 12, 2021 Lydiangeline

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