cracks

The broken lines of my body betray the words that drop from my lips.

I am strong I say.

I am good I say.

But the weight bears witness to the truth and all is not right with this world I inhabit. 

There are screams hidden inside my bones. 

They are seeping out of the growing fissures.

It will not be contained.

Ah love and the tricks it plays on a willful heart. 

Lessons not easily learned will never be forgotten. 

This I must believe.