Some days
The minutes
Break me
I feel that at anytime
I could fall down
Hit the ground and split Into a million tiny pieces
And have, what us humans call a breakdown
Then comes Mr Always Ponder
Wth his long fingers and loud thunder
Pointing at me
Asking
If you let yourself fall down
Who will pick up your brokenness
Pamper or cherish your lonesomeness
Glue your million pieces back together
Help you up on your feet and lift you like a feather?
Get up, get your act together!
These scary questions and words
Make me hide away from vulnerability
That is when I start to run
In the chamber of fears
And as the days have turned into years
I see that my anxiety has stitched a web of elegantly mastered tears
Made me waltz on the edge
Of the lake I must dredge
I see how all the wrapped up emotions
Have been turned into an umbrella of shame
A hanging thread that prevents me from a reframe
I recognise how I am constantly pending in a loop
Then humbly I stoop
Kneel to the Divine
The Great Mystery behind
And say I surrender
Help me to keep tender
My own greatest defender
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