Unseen Cracks

31st August 2022

A remembered song playing in a café almost brings me to tears,
I enjoy and even crave this flood of emotion,
but it’s out of whack with what should be,
makes me wonder, where it came from.

It comes through cracks in me I do not see,
...I think,
…deep …deep down.

...And this something not quite right, I should maybe understand,
but I’m living the moment, so pass it over, put it down to who I am,
and I continue to experience the intensity of the rush,
with a touch of fear, that one day, it may end up being too much.

Prompt: Too many cracks

Cuzco, Peru.

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