Don't Bend, BreakA Poem by yourhaircutmanI don't know.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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Added on May 4, 2012Last Updated on May 4, 2012 Tags: pleasewritehome, life, poem, prose, prose poem, sad, change, mirror, help |