The weight of the world
bears down on my shoulders until
separation.
My consciousness dislocates
from its usual comfortable socket
and stretches beyond its reach.
The familiar is a veil of mystery
and all of space is folded,
forced back in
to my awareness.
I am hyper-extended
to the point of breaking
but the cracks
are a vacuum
to be filled.
Sometimes we must be broken
to be made whole.
Is this growth?
After the bones are set
in their ways
their movement finite
their attachments defined.
A test of fortitude-
how far are you willing to reach
to hold it all in?