When the clouds block the sun,
and your cracks disallow hope to pass,
when healing looks like a long run,
and your legs are numb from the past;
I want you to know, that it’s a process-
a scratch, then a crack, then a hole,
a pain shaking you to the core,
until the time is just right-
for the light to pass through,
for your pieces to hold hands,
for your past to wave goodbye,
for the sun to catch your eye,
and the next chapter to resume-
just before your afterglow!

GREG RAKOZY FLAVIUS MATEA
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