There were days I died
My heart cracked, my breathing slowed
The joy sucked clean out.
I found a village
Full of warm sun, warm people
Soothed my withered soul.
Old aches healed over
Cracks in my heart filled with gold
Where the light came in
Haiku by Deborah E. Dayen
learningtolivelikewaterblog.com 
He is right, as always but even though the crack is there, the light hasn’t found it yet… not yet… love you M.
It will. In it’s own time, M. Mine are filling, and it’s nice to begin to feel whole again.
Love this and i love Leonard Cohen, he was an amazing lyricist
He was. I’m reading a biography of him, and he has been writing since he was 10, I think. He wrote books and poetry many years before he ever put any of it to music. Just a genius. Love him to bits.