Break

This is how I break.

This is how I fall.

This is what it takes 

to break down this wall.

But my will gives out

before my strength. 

I look at how far I've come

and see no great length.

So I lose hope 

and I lack the will 

to even bother anymore 

for my efforts have been nil. 

And so I give up,

and so I give in

to being ruled

by self and sin. 

I feel the crunch of my bones

and the pain in the sound,

but easier than falling 

is staying on the ground.

My hope is gone. 

My will is shattered

after trying to fight 

and being brutally battered. 

What I lack is heart

not the strength or the might, 

but willingness to go on

in a losing fight.

And so I fall through, 

just as in weeping. 

Like tears through my hands

my heart is seeping.