I stood under the crack
two different worlds:
Where one was pouring
Angry sad rain drops
and the other where
the sun was glaring
Brightly in the morning dawn.
A split world
Darkness and light
Light and darkness
Happiness and grief
Merged into one
A woman camoflauges her grief
And hides it behind the
Shadows of the trees
and silently glides onto
The happy road
Where shadows of grief
Quietly confront
The woman behind the
Screen of happiness
So it is where
two worlds collided into one
I stood under the crack.
I am that woman
Living under the split
In the sky where
My worlds have criss crossed the
Cross roads and merged into one.
Happiness and grief.
Grief and happiness
Shadows and light
Become a welcome
Presence of relief.
