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 it into pattern

Recognition of its worth yet

June 12, 2021

Lydiangeline