Death, Heartbreak, New Paths, Pain, Regret

Breaking Point

I broke, tonight.
The breaking point came
and went in shattering
metal and plastic,
that had been an anchor
to my dependent past
a workhorse to carry
my burdens around, still.
And then I broke
and found myself smashing
it to the ground
in frustration and turmoil
that boiled over, needing
just to break myself free
from this constant reminder
of my journey, my cage.
It’s broken, now.
And so am I.
Time to re-build. Again.


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