Every time I reach breaking point,
I find that I do not break.
Every time I reach the end of my tether,
I find that the tether is made of elastic.
Every time I think in pain I can’t go on,
I find that somehow against the odds, I do.
Sometimes I wish that I might break,
Shattering into a million relieved fragments,
Sparkling like road-crash diamonds
Both beautiful and horrible at once.
I wish that when I feel that collar
Press and pull my aching throat,
That it would snap, burst asunder
And leave me sprawling on the ground.
And I wish more than anything,
That when I feel I can’t possibly go on,
Tired and worn from trying too hard,
I might be given grace and space to stop.
Very nice. loved this, and could relate!
I loved this line:
“Shattering into a million relieved fragments,”
The “releived” makes it.
When I was a kid, I used to think broken windscreen glass was beautiful until I picked a piece up and it cut me..
Grace and space…….
Thank you Shweta, and the same to you. I gather you’ve been very busy lately. My thoughts are with you!
Someone in my timeline linked to this today. It EXACTLY says how I feel. Going to take it to my supervisor. THANK YOU.
You are very welcome; I saw the referral and followed it back. I gather that you wear(or maybe not) the dogcollar?
If it is any comfort, I wrote that poem some years ago, and somehow or other I am still in one piece, perhaps because I have had those moments of grace to stop.
thank you for visiting.