At what point on the 4 dimensional graph on which you are currently residing
-the graph labeled ‘life’ on every axis-
do you find yourself no longer climbing, but flattening out into a plateau,
reaching your ‘end point’, or worse, rapidly receding into negative values?
At which point do you stop being a goal achieving mastermind
and start becoming a simple ‘survivor’ of the world?
Every winter the snow seems colder to you,
the dog’s bark louder,
and the festive dinner tastes like lead.
You are fighting a losing battle and you know it.
The sand funnels through the hourglass.
It’s not cancer, nor a horrible act of terrorism. Almost worse, you think-
It is only time.
There was a moment when I forgot how to spell the word ‘heartbreak’
You see words have more meaning to me if I imagine what they look like,
and I knew it was my heart that hurt but I didn’t know if that was because
it had broken,
or because it had stopped.
A car will brake to stop from breaking,
but it seemed I was broken and stopped. Held in place and unable to function.
Spelling ‘heart’ was easy,
(just two curved lines coming together into a point sharp enough to kill. )
It was the ‘break’ that stopped me,
the ‘break’ that braked me.
Breaks break me, and brakes stop me,
And broken brakes break me.
I still haven’t worked it out; although my spellcheck tells me it is ‘heart-b-r-e-a-k’
I think it depends…
Heartbreak is for when you are broken,
And heart-b-r-a-k-e is for when you are done.