Sometimes just break

softly, calmly, in lonely little corners

of the heart where the eyes don’t preen

words don’t preach

break into teeny weeny little pieces

of splinters scattering slithering

shining even in breakage

coz what can build without breaking

what can grow without the agony of growth

that sense of searing cruising in and out of every cell

when life is a state of thanksgiving

break, just break

gathering pieces of break-dom

to castle something unique

a few laughter here

a few sly back slaps there

does not dither what was meant to be great

so choose to break

in solitude

and recover in sunshine

straddling the world

in pride and power

reach out

turn around

wave a hand

and say cheerio!

here I come!