WALKWITHLUNE

They called us bent, but never left it up to ourselves to clarify if we were broken.

They left with a pat on the back, walking away as we balanced the world on our shoulders.

The cracks in our surface spreading until shards began to fall and shatter on the floor.

Of course we watched the shards fall. Mesmerized by our own destruction as all of the pieces scattered.

Reflecting heart felt strings, child hood memories, and the baggage of emotions and people who we just couldn’t hold together anymore.

And the raising of a bar in which we just can’t hold our world up to anymore.

Trying, not broken.