It doesn’t shatter you in bits and pieces. It shatters you all once. You are there, and then you aren’t. It’s not you anymore; it never will be.
That’s the still point- the moment that influences, that irresistible tide that ultimately breaks you,
Reduces you, changes you irrevocably.
My still point was when I met you, when I really saw you and realised you were the granite
That could break me, for better or worse.
(Featured Image: “Golden Tears” by Gustave Klimt)