The crackle and snap,
the hiss and buckle,
my back straight,
my soul cracked.
foundations shake but hold,
yet still, a shiver runs beneath my walls.
I am too young to see my fate,
and yet I am afraid to wait.
I feel the pulse of things unknown,
the shadows welcome, aged stone,
a laugh, a tear, a wail of rage,
the lost words of wisdom’s sage.
the ragged blows,
the quiet deaths so barely felt
that leave the greater scars unmended.
I speak without being heard,
listen without understanding,
My body cries under the weight,
my mind torn, my soul strained.
I can’t continue as I am,
but surrender is not within my nature,
to bow out in shame,
or in pride stand, till I break?