Worn-out days carry
weighty strains
of duty
upon sagging shoulders.
We all wander through
hope’s shattered
wreckage.
Life’s relentless grind
scars skin
and seeps
into marrow.
Yet, time
continues
churning,
marching,
carving
a dissonant, cruel path.
We all need a break.
Stoic faces fracture
deep beneath façade,
silently screaming,
echoing anguished cries,
mourning a cacophony
of dreams deferred.
Shadows dance
with ghosts
of what could have been,
of what should have been,
casting darkness
on humanity’s brilliance.
We all need a break.
Shattered illusions lie scattered.
Shards clutter aspiration’s landscape.
Broken promises.
Unrealized potential.
Heartache.
We all need a break.
A flicker of redemption
Shines like a distant star
during night’s darkest hour.
A promise
of reprieve,
of respite
from life’s unrelenting fight.
We all need a break.
The weary seek solace,
silence,
a moment
for the broken
to catch a breath.
A pause.
A sanctuary.
A place where wounds can heal.
A place
where souls
can mend.
We all need a break.
We all deserve a break.
