If I break, if I let the feelings of helplessness become me
as they shatter through my existence and tears break the
barrier of resistance, what then? Who will help me gather
the broken bits and glue them haphazardly back together?
No one. If I break I am alone for I am alone. So my tears will
fall only when darkness surrounds me, my mask will slip
only when the shadows are all that is there. Till then I will
continue to let you believe I am strength, I am strong for the
worthy can see through my words, my actions and see not
my strength but the tears that beg to fall. And when that day
arrives I will hand to them my every fear, my every dream my
every shadow that haunts, every ounce of helplessness,
and together in my raw and vulnerable state
we will create a piece of art.
Karen Hayward ©2016