floorboards
a poem from the cracks
Sometimes the cup fills and when it overflows, good faith & friendship hit the ground and slip between the cracks of the floorboards. Most times it dries up on its own, and we carry on filled and flowing. Other times the spill cracks, festers and foments resentment only the unfeeling could ignore. Unmentioned, untamed, bitter: it feeds on darkness and deflects relieving light. With time, there it seethes, woefully unsubdued in minds made moldy by the unattended mess. Through time’s high, hellish water, its raging tides, one rips open the floorboards to save the many years ahead. Light fills the cup once again.




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