Breaking Point

I had a break with life one day,
Or over many years-
But in a moment hit the brake
With whiplash to the fears.

You might call it an accident
With consequences sore,
Yet I soar with the Spirit now
And couldn’t ask for more!

There’s poor and there are destitute
Who own a mansion grand
And can’t pour out their bless’ed gifts
To lend a helping hand.

So when you’re at the breaking point,
Fear not for mind and soul!
The sole result of braking free
Is standing tall and whole!

—
Written for Lillian’s Poetics prompt at dVerse,
Homophone Me!

7 thoughts on “Breaking Point”

  1. Oh I love this! Such an optimistic final stanza — my kind of poem! 🙂 Standing tall and whole, being ourselves. Tis a wonderful thing! 🙂 So glad you posted.

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