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  • carolyn r zaleon

it cracks like eggs



like eggs

and shatters

like thinly blown glass

-- always vulnerable –


for it to all crumble


your bewildered eyes

there you stand stark naked


amidst the rubble of life

scattered around you

at the lowest point of low

the bleakest black of bleak

with a jumbled chaos

fomenting inside

there rises a swell of

faith and courage

innate resilience takes control

survival skills hidden so deep

they are unknown

emerge slowly and


from within

dark turns light

and the soul shines through

nothing is the same

but all is




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