Too Much

  The stones punctured my back on my way down.

Each stone ripping into my skin.

As my head hit the last stone it could take...

I realized I had fallen, again.

I climbed to the top before

Using every piece of my anger,

My motivation was my fear

And I hid my love behind my heart...

I was driven to not feel what had been.

And here I lie alone on the ground.

The fall was quick and exhausting.

But the pain, I am sure it's there....

Yet I am numb. 

For every stone protruding my skin

I shed a tear of blood.

For every stone I hold in my hand,

I feel the loss of my love.

For every silent thought I feel

I pray, this is too much.

~~grb  2012~~