The cracking of your bones, sounds you hear when you crouch. Trying to protect yourself from whom? Your spine can bend and extend no further, protruding out ready to snap, you twist and you moan and you groan when will this stop?
You feel as frail as a bird One that has fallen after its very first flight
The cracks are what you hear when hope is lost. You feel like your weakening will can weaken no further.
stop just stop.
Listen here Don’t listen to yourself breaking Don’t slip through these cracks Standing up is now your cause Hope is not lost So sit up and straighten your back
The more you crouch, the more it hurts That corner you’re attached to is not your solace or quiet place you crouch there, only in the cold embrace of your crumpled shirt
Corners don’t shelter you from your fears; they cage you in with them. They widen and stretch the cracks on your skin Allowing pain and judgement to seep in Cracks are gateways letting the water in… Water that dampens your flame, your fire and Hope a precious thing
You’re hidden yet left wide open Stuck in purgatory This liminal hell You hear the tolling of your own death knell
Are these cracks the pain before your rebirth the shedding and flaking of your skin which will leave you behind, a rejuvenated being?
You decide if these cracks will only exist as a reminiscence of the passing pains or will your thoughts dictate that these cracks originate from the epicentre of who you are?
Will you let this cancer-like spreading of the cracks continue? Or will you stand up and straighten your back To close up the cracks and save you from You
This poem is an inner dialouge. It is about facing your fears and getting back up after. Feeling like a failure makes you vulnerable and afraid and it cracks open a pandora's box filled with self-loathing and doubt. The poem is about acknowledging the pain and facing it.