Some days I wake up
and all I feel
are the fractures
in the flesh
that covers
the only me
I’ve ever known.
Some days,
it’s those exact
fissures
that let the light
hiding inside me
pour out
and cover
in gold
everyone
that found enough beauty
in the cracks
to stand
close.

-Tyler Knott Gregson

 

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