Shattered

Every perfect daydream has a shatterpoint

A moment when all at once it’s Thursday night again and you’re too tired to think.

Too tired to

Tired

And it wasn’t so much what I said

It was just

Tired, and now

Now

Now there are tears on your cheeks and I don’t know if I can hold you.

Now there are pin pricks in my fingertips and in my mind I am

Not running, not this time

But still I can’t-

What if I can’t-  

Wrap my hands around splintering glass

Floating and fragile

Soap bubbles pop, bursting  

I know well the feeling of breaking things

Delicate daydreams gone on a summer afternoon

Stinging my eyes (don’t touch them, it’ll only make it worse)

But I hold out open palms.

If I am gentle enough

Maybe this time I’ll catch it

Maybe, maybe

A breaking down is not an ending.  

If we must come down to earth

May it be as raindrops coming home

A soft place to land

And tomorrow, room to grow.