Through the Cracks

Tears tripping my face

Slowly falling to the surface

Slipping through the cracks

Leaving puddles on the floor

I go to stand up

But my legs give way

I fall to the floor

Landing in my puddle of tears

I try to wipe the puddle away

Using my sleeve as a towel

But the floor isn’t getting dry

Because the tears keep coming

Jo Anne Kennedy

May 2015