Breakable

Breakable

‘If you get into any trouble Lennie, I want you to hide in the brush,
but you ain't gonna get in no trouble or I won't let ya tend the rabbits.’

We are all Lennie and George,
loving; calculating.

We are all breakable
teetering on the tightrope
that is life
It is how we break
that makes the difference

We may become jaded and withdrawn
Attacking first to prevent being hurt
Or could walk through life with open arms
and an open heart

Are you the lightning,
striking with unrelenting force?
Or the thunder reminding others
the lighting missed and they have another chance at life?

Will you become an oncoming storm?
a hurricane of emotions others try to avoid?
Or a surprise spring rain in an emotional drought
giving hope for life?

What makes us lyrical assassins
and comedic terrorists
rather than literal ones?
It's how we break

I hope to break like George,
and become an arrow head
that can provide for those I love
and have almost endless patience
when life tries to drive me off the cliff
and be a voice for the silent
To defend the weak
at the cost of myself
Never crying, never wavering
a relentless protector
I hope to be like George,
and save those I love
from a fate worse than death

I hope to never learn to calculate love
and to never forget to carry
Those that carried me

I hope to break like Lennie,
becoming as meek as a dust bunny
and never,
see it coming
Loving without regret,
without expectations and without requirement
unequivocally and on purpose.
I hope to learn to never let go
and to never get stuck in my head
always remembering what a heart is for

I hope to one day love too much
and hug just a little too tight.
and to dream of rabbits
in an alfalfa field

And when I inevitably get in over my head
I'll trustingly go hide in the brush
I'll kneel and say
‘George, tell me like you done before,
Tell me about the rabbits,
I wanna tend the rabbits.’

I hope to love like Lennie
And never see…

(bang)