It started as a hairline fracture
Spreading through the fragile shell
While all around would hold their breath
Unsure if the crack would hold
Or if the innards would spill out
In an ugly mess.
I sometimes feel a bit like an egg and once someone has chipped away at the shell for long enough, there’s no putting it back together. It sometimes feels like the dam has been broken and no matter how many bucket loads of water I try to send back, the damage is done.
This week I’ve had several bad things happen. Nothing really terrible, but it’s just a bit like I’ve been chipped away at and my shell finally broke for real today. I was left to teach on my own with no warning several times and now when the kids aren’t handing in work I’m getting an earful from the Head of Department.
I ended up crying for most of the afternoon and having to mute myself between sobs while I taught. Normally, I’d have been able to handle it but that chipping away got too much.
I think that tonight calls for a good book and an abundance of custard creams while I piece my shell back together and make myself strong again.