Poem: Breaking is Easier

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you are not made of glass.

no matter how much you wish it,

nothing in you can be broken.

i know it’s easier to think that you can break than withstand the onslaught

than tolerate the aching

than carry the weight

but whatever it is that twinkles

between the bones

beneath the heart

below the belly

is some undying thing,

unbreakable thing

that want to move,

and celebrate the storm

cherish the rain

and keep going.