The window
Has a crack in it
Winding up from the left corner
It cuts the pane in half
I trace the scar
That has marred the glass
The line slices the sunlight
But my flesh remains the same
And I marvel over the fact that
Even when cracked
My window stays intact
I push a lock of brown from my brow
And this thought settled in
Maybe that which is cracked
Isn't necessarily broken
Do you ever just
sit there feeling hollow inside?
The this monster comes alive inside you .
There is this tsunami of hurt and pain like no other.
It floods out of your eyes.
You can't keep from feelings like it's all your
fault.
You've held it in and then you finally
crack.