As I place my step gently
I feel debris beneath my feet,
weight on my chest.
Pieces of me scattered on the floor.
To be still.
I hold tightly
each long drawn breath.
It has become more than I could hold.
I let them go.
Better I’ve known.
Without reason for reason had left me.
Left me at a door I could not open with a key
that would have broken in the core.
What I knew was selfless,
I hold shards of words that have left me.
They had froze, fallen to the floor.
the words could not hold weight to gravity anymore.