The waves of emotion crash as if the moon was at my doorstep
The tides rush to greet her, the ebbs and flows weakening the walls
Bit by bit, hairpin cracks expose its crystalline structure.
What seems so strong can sometimes become brittle
It can shatter to dust, without hope of repair
I know I should become more resilient, more pliable
I’ve been let down more times than I’ve been built up
My shadow holds more truths than my eyes can face
If this is the way things have to be
Then I need to learn how to reshape what is left of me.