To what extent?
The tears I've shed turned to waterfalls.
Then I bled.
I am now a barren dry puddle.
Sand storms come and I cough them out trying to recite the same verses:
"I am fine. I will be fine"
Holding on to pillars of strength,
But pillars are only stone.
They too crumble back to the ground from whence they came.
The crackling is so audible now in the deafening silence.
I am cracking again,
I've been broken past weariness and exhaustion.
There is no room left for me to give in --
I have submitted unconditionally.
My ashes are molded back together with water.
Slowly, I spin back
But I am a new form.
Water trickles to where it used to be hollow.
Flowers start to bloom