We All Have a Breaking Point

cathartic....

It started as a low rumble,

like a storm hundreds of miles away,

you know it’s coming,

you feel it coming, but

you can’t see it yet.

It crept up on her from deep

down in her soul, sneaky

like a snake and slow

like a snail, slithering through her veins

with ulterior motives as

yet unknown.

She carried weight that others were unaware

of. They had no clue how heavy

were the burdens that buried

the life of her beneath

the burrowed grounds of daylight.

They welled in her eyes unbidden as

the wail started to sound

siren like in their ears. Brine flowed

with an intensity that bespoke

of a dam breaking,

a storm crowning,

a monsoon flooding the plains,

an earthquake that could not be

measured on any scale

known to man.

When the assailant left, her limp

body collapsed on the bed

unable to find the strength to lift

even a tissue,

she slept. Hoping that dreams

would rejuvenate

her broken spirit.

They wouldn’t know how to cope

if she lost her composure and

she didn’t know how to

let it all go.

Comments

Mosquitobyte -

I love the mood/tone set by this one Rene, it defintely gets the reader to look inward both to themselves and the spaces between the lines.

The sense of frustration is coherent and sticks to the mind like a limpet mine, one senses that it could blow at any moment.

On top of this, one is given pause to wonder at the cause of such a malaise. Hints are given, though they are very open to the interpretation of the reader. This I consider a good thing, as it allows the experiences of the reader to meld with the words, thus creating an even deeper impression on the reader.

Excellent Rene, keep them coming!

Mos.

Rene' -

Frustration, pain, crying, anger, and all that goes with it does seem to make for some good poetry doesn't Mos? Thank you for your comment and most likely will stay in this depressed state for a while and NEED to write some more cathartic words. If it weren't for writing I do believe that I would spontaneously combust from time to time...

----- could someone turn the world back over, I'm getting dizzy!

I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!

Mosquitobyte -
Aaaaah, welcome to my world Rene, Catharsis has been my friend for almost 30 years and I havn't blown up yet!

Rene' -

I do realize that in the grand scheme of things, the bullshit that has me stressed is actually minimal compared many other things that could go wrong in a life. I am really quite the 'mule' when it comes to carrying large loads and juggling multiple stressors, they just pushed me over the edge temporarily and I KNOW without a doubt that I will be back to my usual optimistic self before long. There are times however when I wish I could just vanish for a little while and do only what I want to do.

ME, ME, ME I want it to be about ME for a change!!!

----- LIFE: I messed up, can I have a 'do over'?

I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!

FaireDuSoleil -

Wow, Rene' I really felt this one. The sound in this one works so well to contribute to the mood of the poem. Also, the connection to the weather "it started as a low rumble..." - and, too, the voice and story-like feel, was awesome. I felt like I was reading part of a short story. "You know it's coming" - here, I felt fear for the character. And compassion. I truly love this poem, Rene'. I can tell you put your whole soul in this one.

--Manda

Rene' -

Thank you Manda. It was write this or scream and screaming would just cause my throat to hurt (lol). hugs...

----- LIFE: I messed up, can I have a 'do over'?

I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!