The One Who Breaks The Bow
Something to think about.
When does one cut lo0se to much
Is it when the dam has finally broken
When all those things hidden away and such
Finally become something more than that which is unspoken
Do they snap from within, thus losing their minds
Suddenly, everything they've kept hidden is all pouring out
The psyche fractures when overflowing with troubles of different kinds
Leaving the poor, unkept souls, left only to scream and shout
When does one lose control of their innermost self
Crawling on broken knees to make it through another day
Hoping it's not this day that they're put on the shelf
Still looking for what, if anything, they can say
For once lost, seldom does it return the same
Forever fractured into the pieces of what once was you
And while you tried, you were torn apart by life's deadly game
Ripped in half, torn into two
Once the bow breaks
The cradle does fall
Remember, even that hand on the cradle makes mistakes
But alas, don't we all
Remember this lesson before you need its wisdom so true
For it's not the hand which rocks the cradle which changes a thing
It's the one that breaks the bow which rules over you
You and all the others who hear the rulers' thinking
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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