never waste a good crisis
I’m not prepared for anything
be it good news or bad
delivered by barefoot paperboy
or hopeless carrier pigeon
I understand chicken little
runs around with head cut off
half-baked and half-believable
on the highest branches
hawks and doves jockey for position
invisible wires coursing through
their leaf-like veins
eventually everything must break
be it wishbones or promises
whether made in earnest or haste
evening sky blows up peacefully
giving way to distilled silence
lanterns flickering far away
quietly ushering brand new day
october two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
I love the line – eventually everything must break – I really love this poem.
thank you so very much, Nyx ~
You’re welcome
I love it too. I need this poetry now.
you’re always welcome here, Lara ~ thanks so much for visiting and commenting….
The thought of a brand new day, is what sustains me.
On the edge of breaking I pull myself up and say;
Ah, but tomorrow is another day, so many possibilities to look forward to….
Thank you for reminding me of this fact.
Coralie 🥀🌷🌹
my pleasure, Coralie, and thank you for thoughtful comments.
Wonderful poem, John, with a ray of hope at the end.
Thank you, Lauren. xo
Beautiful and profound.