House Break

Before the roof caves in.

My nerves scream at me to run, wide eyes darting towards the door- Please, No More-

Of your taunting and riling, Teasing and tearing — at my skin, at my bones And away from my home, My core, my center My place of peace.

But what home lies beneath a hay thatched roof Fragile and inwardly bent- spent, And waiting to cave in, like the resilience within me. I am through, I am done. Lying in wait for this house to break- No thanks. It turns out I’m late,

For a sunset in the sky, Pink and golden hews lighting up my eyes, Wasted tears in my wake-

As I walk towards my next mistake.

~Feathertales