And just like that, I spiral,
the pressure bearing down on me,
I feel the edge, beneath my feet,
And step off,
unable to hold on,
to carry the weight, of so many worlds,
that follow me,
worlds that spun out of control
that burnt away, the last of my reserve.
I free fall,
depleted
by the the many threads
that pull at me,
that penetrate my consciousness
screaming at me now,
to slow down,
to breathe,
to allow myself to feel.
To drop my sword.
The need to protect,
to provide,
to be present for,
a presence where I am lost,
crying to be seen,
my pain eating away at me.
I step off ,
surrendering to my own judgements,
to my failures,
each crack,
bringing more light into my life,
I drop my sword
and it all rains down,
the pain,
the weight I carry,
the expectations,
I fall upon the earth,
and finally I am ready,
to embrace my rebirth.