Crystal Heart - A poem about holding on

 

Life on autopilot isn't fun.
It's a struggle
keeping everything together
but I'm afraid
of the consequences
if I don't.

Holding the pieces
of a broken vase
in place,
too afraid to sleep
in case they fall apart,
having no time for dreaming
when reality starts slipping through the cracks.

Moving on is the only option
forcing the scenery to change.
Different city, same emotions.

A barely beating crystal heart
trying to outrace time
and reach a place
when pain is gone.