You have pulled me through the breaking
point so many times. When I thought
I could not continue on, you would
**** or carry or pull or push me until
I would stand again. And now
we keep walking onwards. But I think we
have forgotten- until you
are utterly shattered, you cannot start
fitting pieces back together. We
are walking on uneven ground, and you
have made your life on ice floes, shifting
as they do. But I cannot be you. I
am gingerly stepping across the cracked ice
you leave in your wake, looking
for the balance you have stolen. I am inching
out along the branch you have broken, grasping
at every small leaf. I am trying
to stay with you until our components fit
once more, like a puzzle just waiting
for the one who can see whole picture.
I don't remember when I stopped believing
such a one exists. I have swallowed
our shards for so long and covered up
the broken parts and I
can wait for the solution no longer. You
have pushed me to the breaking point this time, and I
will soon stop trying to fit
everything back together.