Cracks

Photograph by  Chinmay Dave

No matter what you do or say

Or don’t do or don’t say

There will be cracks and breaks

We will not mend them

Or stop them

This brokenness

Will be our stories

And the light from within our soul

Will come out

Through the cracks

In our personalities

The Half Door

Half a door's a shadow 

Half the door is mine

Half a thought means nothing

But you can keep what you find

There are stories untold

Half written

Half lost in time

Scuttling through the hours

And doors

And many matters in the grind

Need they be seized or held?

Or waited upon so that 

They alight on your shoulders and palms

And be etched in another rhyme

Ready to walk the line

Ready to keep the time

Yours and mine

Worth every penny and dime