Through
the Cracks
I draw,
Another
sober breath.
Though I’ve had my fingers in the fence.
And been a soldier to it,
Death
and all its memories,
Have
given me reprieve.
Through
the cracks of all my fear,
My
joy bursts from within.
Giving
up is what I needed,
Giving
in and out.
Seems
like I’m a miracle,
There’s
magic in my tears.
Jkf
2/9/14
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