The Surface Cracks
Feb 23, 2017 · 1 min read
I cracked the soul
It all opened
Above me
Washing over
Glory was somewhere in the small waves
Rippling over my skin.
And colour radiated
Through me and out -
Refractions of all the positivity and warmth
I could offer.
And as my eyes opened
Somewhere beyond the blur
It was there.
And then the flood stopped
And instead of wishing it return
I was happy for what I now knew.
