It was the weight of it, which caused me to crumble shook my tired hands loose forced me to let go until I laid there crushed, flattened face first on the ground too tired to move too afraid to peel myself from the floor and stretch my weary arms towards the sky
Where are you, God? sit with me here by the river bank watch me wade in deep and be taken by the current washed out into the ocean caught between the tides the coming and going the to and form in, out, and away bits of me dispersing through the water until I am nothing at all
I breathe in deeply and shut my eyes gripping tightly to reality trying my best to stay present until it passes until the monster leaves me I stay still, hiding beneath the covers safely stable in my permanent cocoon I will not break free from this -- become the butterfly but I will survive it even if I am not really living