Through the Cracks

M.H. John

This poem was born during a moment where I didn’t realize I was healing until I truly felt it. Not all at once however… just in small, almost invisible ways. Like light slipping into places I thought would stay dark forever. This writing is about those quiet returns to hope, the kind that don’t ask for permission… they just sort of happen..

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