Like debris caught between

two cogs of a wheel…

waiting, feeling the pressure,

and the grinding, as pieces of

you slip away in your feeble

attempts to hold on

not knowing if life’s machine

will erode you down to nothing?

Or snap you in two and fling you

to freedom… broken…

but grateful for the chance

to mend and do it all again.

Perhaps the truest test

of our character is how we

survive these great periods

of unrest?

Copyright 11/2013

Dani Heart