Each Crack Can Guide

I used to run from ache and fear,

To drown the truth I couldn’t bear,

But silence holds a deeper tone,

A voice that whispers, stay, you’re home.

The tears I hid began to fall,

And in their wake, I heard their call,

Sometimes too loud, then steady and low,

An open invitation to see what will grow.

Each crack will teach me, if I let it guide,

Each tremble will show me, why I shouldn’t hide,

So I’ll sit with the pain, and I’ll let it burn,

I’m no longer the one, who’ll try to turn.

I will listen close, I’ll let it break,

Let it all come to light, until I awake,

It speaks in stillness calm and true :

You are the storm, you once passed through.

For sorrow isn’t just a scar,

It shapes the strength of who you are,

What I once feared, I shall befriend,

For pain when heard, can start to mend.

Cathrine Hottran 2025