There is a moment

There is a moment

When breaking is easy

All that holds the balance

Of our lives

So precariously together,

Splintered.

The final tap

So lightly driven,

Of itself

Innocuous in nature,

In isolation barely

Registering as an event,

Becomes a force

Majeure,

Fracturing the fine

Lines that exist

In hyper tension

Stretched beyond

Their measure,

To within a hairs breath.

Dendritic constructs,

Create a crisscross

Paper thin defence,

An illusion of control

That disguises slow

Erosion

Until the last,

When fatigue

Brings about

A catastrophic crumble

And the edifice

Of our lives,

Built from the rock

Upon which we stood,

Now revealed

As nothing more

Than grains of sand,

Begins a slow and painful

Tumble

To the ground,

Unless braced

By something more than

Faith and hope,

Or the false belief

We will always

Find the strength

Within ourselves,

To cope.