You've got to let yourself crack
and weep
and fret sometimes
to get out what you're going through.
The cracks form along weakest lines
at points where you have fallen to
the dark and deepest depths you've known
and broken through the rock you thought
you'd bottom out onto, but no.
The cracks like that
you hear the snap
as gravity gives way
you ought
to
know
what doesn't kill you
first, before you let it
go.
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