Shattered Limb


What is this my breaking point out on a limb? I'm out here
all the time where the cracking and popping is my constant
reminder of the place of no return, no coming back. One
would say go to the place where the birds nest to birth their
young, but I am always pushed away. I am remembering
a season when my limb was so flexible and would bend, but
times have changed, and Delicate is the word. Should I
surrender to it? I am imagining it bursting suddenly into
tiny pieces. Anticipating the danger of this, I pray my limb
holds. Other times, even knowing this, I pray it gives when
I can no longer take the torture of emotional turmoil. Living
at the mercy of others, peace being my mission, I ponder
to think if I could have it with just a Shattered Limb.

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