when it breaks

not quite sure how to move
as the cracks keep on growing
throughout the foundation below
waiting, full of dread
and the opposite of anticipation
for the final moments
when the earth will collapse
under the weight of everything
and it all will crumble
as it must surely do
something so strong, so sure
to witness its untimely end
shakes the very bedrock
upon which my life has been built
bracing for the impact
with whatever lies below
no way to arrest the fall
a car crash in slow motion
I close my eyes so tight
and ready for what’s coming
nothing left to do
but hold my breath
and take what’s coming
when it breaks

Fractures

Sometimes the fractures you find
Are just too large to fill
You wield your words and actions
Like tools to patch the broken
But sometimes those breaks are just too big
It’s not meant to be your burden
To carry on your shoulders
That which drags everyone else down
And you won’t always know
When someone you think needs fixing
Has chosen to stay damaged
And therefore isn’t broken in the first place

When you find the right one
The one that needs your handiwork
You’ll well and truly know
Until then you only break yourself
A little more each time
When you try to help those
Unwilling or unable to help themselves

Small and Simple

Sometimes all you need is just a touch
a word
a small and simple sign
to tell you that you’re heading
in the right direction
One moment of gentle affirmation
that sets aside the struggle
the worry and the fight
for a little bit of brief respite
A tiny speck of clarity
that cuts through the confusion
A spark of something or someone
to stop and light your way

Into The Dark Horizon

That song comes on
And brings with it a memory
Of when it was all so new
Nothing but potential
And possibility
Laid out in the night
The endless road
Heading onward
Into the dark horizon
Back before the light of day
Shined harshly on reality
There’s something missing still
Something I could cling to then
That I’ve never found
Anywhere but there
Under those stars
With the music on
And the blinders tight
Making up a fantasy
That would never be

Learn to Move

Time goes by so slow these days
staring out my window
Ever waiting for something
that never really comes
This is where I find myself
stuck here sitting still
as everything around me goes on by
Maybe that’s just how it goes
a fact of life I never learned
but I always know the rules
and what it takes to break them
So why am I just watching now
when I should be out there living?
Surely there’s a scene outside
a role I’m meant to play
But just as sure as it exists
it won’t find me on its own
I’ll have to learn to move again
if I’m to take my place