Threshold of the Floodgates

I spent almost all of me in the span of time I couldn’t keep track of.

I can feel the tears at the edge of my eyes, but I haven’t let a single one fall.

All of me feels like breaking, and I just keep bending further.

But I won’t open these floodgates. I won’t lose myself over the railing into the reservoir.

I’m going to endure it— spent as I am— and come out steeled and tempered.

And in the morning, I will wonder, ‘how long will I last this time?’

Swallowing the scream that would open the floodgates,

and let me free.