Blog 55 Each day

Each day

I open the door of my heart

To let in

The sun

The stars

The moon

Through the cracks

And broken bits 

Rays of light


Like shards

There is nothing soft

About this sharpness

And yet

The edges are 



Not to heal the broken

But to light the path

Ahead of me

To shine through me

As if

I existed 

Only to let the light through

For others 

To find their way

When they 

Have lost

Their bearings

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