When the Bough Breaks

Worn out

When the Bough Breaks

The harshest winds of change

have bent the wood of my once stout back.

There were days gone by

when I could withstand the gale,

could turn my back, my collar up

and see it out.

But now my trunk has splintered

from the many axes ground

and I fall in the merest whisper

of a breeze.

 

17/06/15

Author's Note

Reviews

[~]

Oh no no, stay strong my friend. you can do it.. what a powerful write in these verses. I love your honesty!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you MS. I am fortunate really and can simply be in the sun or the evenings quiet dusk to feel better again.

[fattycbreezy52]

Okay this is simple,yet hard-hitting.We were born strong until something came along.We became so indulged in that something that it eventually left us peak and pine or withered.And now after a series of pains,I have become too vulnerable to even the things less painful or trivial.Such a deep thing you have said John.It's something to do with me,everyday.People often label such people as "sensitive".Fools!
Amazing job.One of the amazing works of yours

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I agree FCB sensitivity is not a weakness unless we let it be. Many thanks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

eventually our resistance does wear down....and we just can't fight anymore...pick up the pieces again.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed one must Jacob. Many thanks.