The little fractures in your chest,
Widen under pressure and stress.
Crack, deepen, delve, divide,
And reveal who you are inside.
So ask me now why I disliked
The little fractures in your spine,
And why I insist on making large
Something which seemed so small?
All are capable of great courage or despair,
But of which, we’re currently unaware.
He who is faithful in least is faithful in most,
When trials come, the truth will be known.
So for now I’ll go on those fault lines,
And trace their pattern with my finger.
I won’t have to wait for hard times,
To know which way you’ll shatter.
NOTE: This poem, along with those previously shared on this site, will be part of the book "Unfamiliar Thoughts," to be released at the end of the month. The paperback version of the book will include charcoal illustrations and approximately seventy additional never-before-seen poems. An announcement will be made on this site upon its release. As ever, thank you for your continued readership. --C.E.
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