I think I found my tipping point
Don’t know how long I’ll last.
Every hope that I can see
Shimmers, empty, shell of glass.
Every time I reach for one
It sidles swiftly past
It could take just one more time,
Don’t know how long I’ll last.
One more time I reach and fail,
Shedding tears once more
One lost chance or wasted day,
Another time ignored,
Creaking trees or windy nights,
Each forgotten chore
Somehow nothing looks the same
As it once did before.
Every neighbor, brother, friend,
Sweet memories, each voice
Sounds a little harsher
As does every laugh and noise.
Some say it’s not even true,
Some say it’s caused by choice
But it’s an epidemic
Don’t forget that it destroys.
My tipping point is somewhere near
Where true and false converge.
With panicked breaths of fear, I know,
I’d quickly be submerged.
Giving up could be so simple
But still I fight the urge.
Just toe the edge for one more day
And hope will soon emerge.
I think I found my tipping point,
Don’t know how long it takes.
While one side is drenched in dark
And every heart will ache,
The other side is full and light,
Where every dawn will break.
It is here we long to fall,
Here that hope awakes.