Feels like the sky is falling
Down onto the bridge that’s already crumbling
Struggling to keep up and not feel left behind
Blood and personal loss
Keep on pushing forward
To avoid getting trampled
I’m off my knees
These four walls made of cracked glass
It’s raining ash
Not lost, just stuck
Like gum on the bottom of a shoe
That refuses to come off
But I refuse to be helpless
Or be perceived that way
Feels like holy fire
In my stormy sea of a heart
I’m trying to find out
If pressure truly makes diamonds
Shannon Hollander 