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!

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