Wafer.

For that space in time,
I thought I’d made the day.
Survived it,
Even if not truly my way.  Then,
Just as the finishing post was in view.
You swiped it from under me,
By just being you.
I’m sure you will say,
I did it first,
That it’s me and my ways,
That make you burst.
I know my mind, I know my reasons.
This is my way of surviving the seasons.
This is my way of surviving the frost
And the firey burn,
Where my singed heart’s the cost.
It is my way of feeling safer,
My resilience is thin now, a cracking wafer.