(For the girl I lit the candles for)

A friend introduced me to Leonard Cohen’s lyrics – “Ring the bells that still can ring Forget the perfect offering

There’s a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.”

I was always cracked.  And I knew how to somehow hold it all together, compensating for and even harnessing those cracks.  One too many cracks later and now it has all broken open.  The strange thing is that now my hidden light is coming out, that which I was afraid and ashamed to show.

In pain, comfort. 

In darkness, light.

In ashes, hope.