Through the cracks I tried to see
I tried to recognize my poetry
But the words I used are not my own
The tears I shed never shown
Flares of light burned my skin
as I searched for love to sink right in.
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
