There is an unsettling interval
Between persevering and breaking,
In which we must consciously choose
To continue to fight with all our might
Setting aside feelings for fortitude
Or to allow ourselves to crack open
Letting the feelings seep through.
There is no right or wrong decision;
At times it is wiser to hold our shields close
Keeping a level head through the chaos
Turning inward to draw the last of our strength
To withstand the battles ahead.
And at other times, we must fall apart
In safe spaces, where our hearts are cradled
To release enough pain from inside
That we can piece ourselves back together.
Dear soul, I am comfortably numb
Hidden behind a fortress of protection
I am strong, independent, mindful,
Aware of the defense mechanisms in my mind,
How they toughen up before a storm
Yet when the last of the rain has passed
I will need to quietly fall apart
Again and again, softly and calmly,
The way we do when there is finally relief.