I watched you implode,
brilliantly,
like the stars you always wish on.
Your beautiful edifice succumbed
to unimaginable and unseen
internal pressures.
You were always so full,
of life, of love, of strength;
I never would have believed
if you told me
that the weight was approaching
violent, critical mass.
There was never so much as a crack
in your stunning facade.
No hint that the maelstrom within
was falling in upon itself.
The only sign,
in retrospect,
of your spectacular destruction,
were those words
you sent me in a text message:
“I’m falling together. Too much life is getting in.”
HG – 2016
That last line. That quote. I don’t know who you wrote this about, or what happened, but I think I can guess, and I know exactly what this person meant by what they said.
Thanks for reading and commenting! I was a bit confused by it when I wrote it and was going to change it, but since it challenged me, I left it there. I don’t always know what I’m writing when I write it.
I know what you mean. I don’t either. The same holds true for my drawings.