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.