Rupture

Cascading down wire
I reach the pool
Filled with dripping water - and reflections of the past.

Each drop a different story of my life
A different chapter.
Of things I'd just as soon forget

My first real boyfriend.
He went off to defend our country.
I've not heard from him since.

A different drop now.
The fighting within the household
Growing up.

My first real job.
Seeing things no 17 year old should.
Such as a dead child.

The newest drop
Is that of heartache.
Of a desert love gone wrong

I set the timer
And shimmer back up
To the ledge

Detonation
Water spreads everywhere.
As I just walk away silently....