Intolerance

I am the center of all knots,
packed tightly,

to keep myself together.

I am vulnerable to the constant force applied upon my ends.

I am the liquid that exceeds the rim,

without overflowing.

Like a rubber band,

I am pulled from all sides,

stretched to my maximum capacity

only to condense again.

Eventually the knot will fall flat,

the liquid will spill,

and the rubber band will snap,

like the rage of crying skies

after the clouds have exploded.