I am.

I am the crack,

And the patch,

The hole,

That bares a ghost of light.

**

The stretch

The break

The pieces,

That frenzy together before your very sight,

**

I am the pain that was,

The heart that won,

The fighter, the struggler,

That rose above it all.

© The Short Black Girl, 2014.

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