There is beauty in the breaking,
Sudden ruptures and fractures of uncertainty,
To tackle dead silence while the voice screams within,
To tackle with an ache while the smile shines through,
Trying, falling, rising, hiding, showing up,
You cannot see the writer's journey while she leaves cryptic crumbs of her existence,
Just another seed in the ground, grown to a shrub that tries to batter the wind,
Will she survive or will she drown?
How much can a shrub take on before she breaks?
Perhaps that is what it means to be human,
Holding on when the rain thrashes beyond the calm,
There is just so much strength in the roots,
I am afraid at times all it wants to do is give in,
And when you break, you look around to see who remains,
Are you alone or is the plant and animal community around you roaring to stay on,
If yes, you have collected a fine set of love, oh shrub!
Every branch you supported, every root you shared your water with wants you to hang on,
And this my friend is success.