Resisting the pain to try and remain sane
makes me more hollow than it saves.
Like the Half broken glass there is more damage than gain,
At least the completely shattered glass shine on the lane.
Breaking down to reach rock bottom
I consider, is a blessing
Laying on the ground, my roots are what I see.
Their core is the substance of my being
and their strength lets the life flow through me;
Now I break down too often without resisting the pain,
And I make my foundation deeper and safe.
So the house of cards may tumble by the hint of breeze
but I will stay strong and hold my ground
when the storms outside screech.