Breaking

At some point we'll all break under the dark weight of living.. from the purple hearted soldier to the people of a wayward god the circus strongman with a muscle wasting disease the plastic family melting away sisters of the blistered rosary. At some point we'll all break.. then we'll whisper desperate prayers to a disappointed God. This is our fractured fate brave in the sunshine curled in the shadows. At some point we'll all break under the black weight of living under the pale wing of not living. We'll all break...eventually.