Breakdown, Breakthrough

A poem I wrote during my prolific high school literary period just tumbled into consciousness as an ideal reflection for these tumultuous times. If you're feeling what these words express, know that the breakthrough awaits. I'll speak to this in my June newsletter.


Breakdown

When silver smiles turn to brass
And bronze gods start to rust
A tenuous hold on sanity
Begins to disintegrate.

That's when you realize
Milky Way is merely a candy bar
And you feel yourself
s

l

i

p

p

i

n

g

Into a corner of your mind where

all
that
glitters

Are the gold fillings
in your teeth.