The Breaking Point
I could not hold it in
Not for one more second
This matter takes precedence
Life was not sitting right with me
It was not fairing well in the one place it should
To be so easily set aside
Given the cold shoulder
In the one place that is a haven
A place of peace, love, and unity
This place is suppose to feel warm and cozy
Like hot chocolate on a winter’s day
The kind of warmth that feels good to the soul
This place was to be my place of mental rest
My place of comfort, happiness and friendship
Instead it feels like torture
Is this what I deserved
Is this what anyone deserves
I laid in my bed
Pondering over just what to do
To render myself free
To find my place
Where am I to go
Where do I belong if I don’t belong here
Who will hear my plea
Then suddenly
Someone heard my plea and they were there to help
To rescue me
It was a delivery better than I could have ever asked for
It was my place in life
My haven
My everything
All it took was a heartfelt ear an a dose of patience
An I am no longer at the breaking point but, rather the point of no return and there is
no turning back.
Copyright © Timeka Chaney | Year Posted 2005
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