8

The fierce joy
that was
present in the past
that drove me here,
that made me fight
for the happiness
that I always wanted,
disappeared through
cracks and crevices—
anguish
bore into me.
They felt like
great depths
I was
too scared
to scale.
So I sit,
and endure
the tiny cracks
that spread
through everything,
one day meeting each other
and destroy me.