Broken into Blades
The silver gleam of a broken dream,
is the sharpest blade there is.
The jagged edge of a word unsaid,
will pierce through rock-hard skin.
But sharpness dulls and scars aren't felt,
though the pressure keeps digging down.
A trickle of sorrow waits to be dealt with tomorrow
when the truth about us comes out.
Our many mistakes will send rocking wakes
as they come to the surface to breathe.
We constantly fight with the dogs that bite
and bark behind our heels.
They are always waiting while the world's debating,
what to do with us when we wane.
Eventually, we smolder, from the weight on our shoulders,
so we take a break, and put our bags down.
With just enough luck, you might get back up,
and continue to walk, as before.
But most of us discover, we can't fully recover,
so we stop.