like a branch that
beats down
on a window pane in a
storm,
threatening to break it all –
shattered to pieces
like an unforgiving
friend
who doesn’t want to
hear apologies,
justifications or
reason,
who just wants to know
that you feel
as shitty as they do
liquid rock
searing over gray
matter,
coursing through
veins;
ashen trees with empty
roots,
cracking at the seams,
brittle to the core
I will bend
but I will not break
against the weight of
the storm
