The Breaking Point

when i reach the point that would break me
let me instead sway like the bamboo
so that i don’t snap

bow like the willow tree
if only for that which seeks to crush
shall veritably miss me

creep around like the jasmine vine
distracting the assailant
with honeyed fragrance

all i wish for is to respond
rather than react
to be accepting
and not adamant

where the point that would break me
shall have second thoughts
and will in fact make me

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Prompt: The Breaking Point

The second verse was inspired by this quote:
If you hear words that hurt you
then bow yourself before them
and they will miss you
~Imam Ali

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Image by TCartdesign from Pixabay

16 thoughts on “The Breaking Point

  1. beautiful one… I’m feeling like a mountain lately, just chipping away the pieces rather than bending and flowing – but I think maybe that’s more physical problems than mental and so maybe just tainting my reality :)

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  2. Dear Sonya,

    What a powerful poem. Thank you for sharing it.

    We can walk this brief sojourn through life in the manner you poetically depict, responding to the world, and not reacting to it.

    All good wishes,

    robert

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