This time there was nothing I could do to destroy it.
No wallpaper to tear down.
No walls I could kick holes in to.
No punching bag I could hit until I bruised.
There was no support system.
There was a finite amount of tissues.
There was a class to wake up for tomorrow.
There were neighbors who could hear my frustration.
This time it had the upper hand.
Even though I had all the resources.
Without willpower to use them,
All I really had was dust in the wind.
