THE ROAD THAT KNOWS MY CRACKS

Solitary figure driving along an empty dusk highway, headlights cutting through twilight, symbolising a journey of healing, faith and hidden cracks in the soul.
A late-evening drive into the unknown — a journey of pain, redemption and the road that knows your cracks.

 

Tell me the place I go,
I am driving down there like it’s the only goal.
The goal and everything haunting my soul
My soul needs saving from drowning in this pool.
It is the pool of weights beneath my soul.
Beneath my soul are words unheard,
Hoping I feel safe when I finally fly off the cage.

 

Driving down the road where life feels safe,
Maybe I’ll meet one bird that would hold my hands,
A hand where I will feel free to release my soul.
They say “man gets no flowers till it’s time beneath.”
Now the wall is cracking, but they can’t even see underneath.
No! I won’t let ’em see the cracks, so I flash ’em smiles
’Tis smiles till I unpack these demons running miles.
If there’s God, let Him forgive the sins I’m driving to commit,
Like I’m sinning till I’ll sin no more.

 

If this is what life could bring,
Then I’m ready to sting.
I need somewhere to take my mistakes,
Firing up this engine that drives me away.
No, I wouldn’t want ’em to see the cracks,
So I drive down to God.
Let me feel safe in His hands.

 

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Michael Edison, known as “The Uncensored Writer,” is a fearless advocate who writes about issues that challenge humaneness, speaking to the core of what it means to be humane in an unjust world. A writer since his early teens, his dynamic pen dances between poetry, fiction, and non-fiction, always with a commitment to truth, justice, and undeniable compassion that draws readers closer to their own humanity.

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