Saving self

When you create an end to the breaking point….

Everything that’s broken will eventually become healed in time.

I flashed childhood off the silhouettes in the bedroom my mother let me sleep in.

Hanging sideways off edge. Sharing space with a toddler and pregnant wife.

I cried tears inside, but grit my teeth to prevent them from pouring out into oceans from pint up bitterness.

I almost hated me, tearing to the last fabric of self confidence until nothing.
Thin air carrying every mistake past the moonlight.

Note: This was written on the spot with little to know proofreading. I honestly just had to allow these emotions to pour out of me. I hope at least one person will be inspired. 

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