Shattered
There is a time for brokenness. A time when a mind that can't be bent is broken. A time when a person goes to pieces, swept up in a drama beyond comprension. A time when tension explodes within, but is followed by an implosion. A time of division when the appearance of unity dissolves. A time for radicalism- elements within rise up in a sudden violent fury, defying stricture, toppling structure- a destruction to be followed by a time for rebuilding- recreating what was, but differantly.
My fists clench. A willfullness within me clings obstinately to its desires, cursing the rest of me for weakness. Weakness of will? "It's not me that's weak", it retorts, "it's you- you won't follow through, you let me down." Stung by the allegation, I charge forth bravely but briefly into the pandemonium of the raging battle. Then the certainty of the nobility of my cause falls away, and then comes the time- the time when I must be shattered almost completely- almost but not quite- a replay of history enacted on a small scale, the scale of one man, a man defeated by his own actions.
My fists clench. A willfullness within me clings obstinately to its desires, cursing the rest of me for weakness. Weakness of will? "It's not me that's weak", it retorts, "it's you- you won't follow through, you let me down." Stung by the allegation, I charge forth bravely but briefly into the pandemonium of the raging battle. Then the certainty of the nobility of my cause falls away, and then comes the time- the time when I must be shattered almost completely- almost but not quite- a replay of history enacted on a small scale, the scale of one man, a man defeated by his own actions.
posted by A Montreal Paul | 9:11 AM
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