Cracks on the sidewalk can be an introduction into the greatest moments in time- One can trip an entire year among those cracks- Never considering the pressure a day can bring- Now being in the place where addicts roam- The cracks can sometimes feel like home- Lost among us are the ones that never grow- Yet *****, and grime ridden, some cracks are worth more than gold- If your paying attention you can see the cracks reaching- Reaching- For the things of the sun-
i live on a street where drugs and prostitution is a mainstay-being a recovering addict/alcoholic i wrote this poems for the ones who dream of better days and the ones who are working to achieve those dreams....