Kindling

I was going to say that i was 
at the breaking point, but no.

I broke.  Like a wave.  
I was broken.  Like 
a tree still growing but 
weighed down by the 
snows of time and terror 
and change and inertia.

Life took me over its knee
and snapped me like a dried 
branch and i wondered what 
fire was it kindling with me?  
what fire shall we build together?
Will I rise there-after or will i blow 
away with the ash in the wind?