Bending

The moment before a branch splits,

It bends until it breaks.

The weight of the world weighing,

It down.

You can only tighten a guitar string so far,

It too breaks.

In trying to perfect the melody,

You lose sight of the chorus.

A rubber band,

With endless elasticity?

You pull, and pull,

And snap.

I have no bend.

I snap.

I snap.

And I snap.

Because to me,

Bending doesn’t exist.

Ashley Sweigart 11/19/2017