Cracks In The Curtains.

 

blessed are the souls

that hold it all inside

without uttering a cry.

and with hearts steeled over,

patiently they wait

for a better day.

 

and the sun may rise

a thousand times more

before their night

is truly filled with light again,

but they fight anyway,

until the end.

 

they blink away tears,

with eyes that have seen more

than any revolving door.

and they hold their hands out

hoping to help the lost

so they can be found too.

 

and it is them alone

who manage to notice

the small slivers of happiness

in an otherwise dark world,

like the sun shining through the cracks

in the curtains.

 

blessed are the souls

that hold it all inside,

for they are the ones

that we all look toward

in times of need

even when they need us more.

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