Crack My Back
Lost...Sad...Worried
I cannot change it.
I do not have magical powers.
Matters that can be changed, take time.
The things that I cannot…
Are killing my insides.
My voice and my words--
Are not enough anymore.
I practice letting go—It is so dam hard.
My heart has cracked-- in half.
You know the cracks you step over...
So you do not break your mothers back.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
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