I hold my breath and wait for change
but nothing is forthcoming yet...
all those days and yesteryears
all the things that brought us here,
all that warmth has disappeared.
and I‘m left holding empty dreams.
Perhaps its age that makes it so–
the distant sounds of a life once full,
of home, of family being built...
I’ve watched it all come pouring down
like rain upon the windowsill.
Stuck inside a world of gray
all life’s color washed away...
this countenance that I display
hides a heart in disarray.
The dissonance between what’s real
and what I choose for you to see—
the remnants of my dignity
protected under lock and seal.
I seek the crack that holds the light
the answers to this inner plight...
as yet, have found no resolution
for one so lost and disillusioned.
“There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in”
Leonard Cohen “Anthem
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