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carolyn r zaleon

it cracks like eggs

it


cracks


like eggs


and shatters


like thinly blown glass


-- always vulnerable –

easy


for it to all crumble

before

your bewildered eyes


there you stand stark naked

blindsided

amidst the rubble of life

scattered around you


at the lowest point of low

the bleakest black of bleak

with a jumbled chaos

fomenting inside

there rises a swell of

faith and courage


innate resilience takes control

survival skills hidden so deep

they are unknown


emerge slowly and

deliberately

from within


dark turns light

and the soul shines through


nothing is the same



but all is



okay




o



k





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