Crestfallen

riding the crest of a moment of power

I crash facefirst into the trough

choking on salt-water spray

self-generated

I scrabble upon the shore

gasping

scraped upon the grit

resurgent in pounding grief

tonight will not be the night

I control the storm

pulse lightening from my fingertips

I survey the shipwreck

knowing I was

not the captain

tonight

survival is power

 

6 thoughts on “Crestfallen

      1. It is hard sometimes. I often find myself taking the brunt to spare others. Because even at my worst, I believe I am stronger than they are–my mother, especially.

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