Don't Bend, Break

Don't Bend, Break

A Poem by yourhaircutman
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I don't know.

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Scattered pieces on the ground, remains

of a memory that once was happy. Like

a mirror, it's shattered, broken, and unrepairable.

A moment that once made you smile, now

initiates tears. A moment that once erupted

laughter from the deepest parts of your stomach,

now causes you to sob.

How is it that things change so easily? So quickly?

So carelessly?

Is there anything that ever stays the same? If

so, I need it. I need the consistency that lacks

in my life. I need a life boat in this tidal sea

of life. I need four sturdy walls to hold up this

heavy roof. I need two arms to protect me and

remind me that it's okay, that even if it isn't right

now, it all will be soon. I need that more than

anything. But it's non-existent. Everything

changes.


Despite this fact, I'll sit down and I'll put the

pieces back together, hoping that one day,

when I look into my reflection in that cracked

mirror, I'll like what I see. Despite the

inevitable lines in the once wholesome mirror,

I hope to enjoy myself. I hope to like my bent

nose, my smaller right eye, and crooked front

tooth. I hope to find comfort in my appearance

and I want to feel okay. I want that more than

anything.


Everything changes, nothing is constant.

One day I'll accept the fact and be okay

with it. One day I'll learn this. One day

everything will stop. One day I will stop.

One day I'll stop changing. I'll stop changing

when I stop breathing.

Life is beautiful.

© 2012 yourhaircutman


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Very beautiful writing here. I wish I had more to say, but its all right here, very beautiful writing.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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