Stress in This Time of Need
By Brianna Galligan
Gripping pavement with nails chipped to the brink
The blood cascading down the arms
To mingle with the sweat
Of working too hard to keep up.
The battle between the mind and the heart
Rip and tear at every piece of the soul
As rejection upon falsehood collide
In an attempt to destroy any hope.
Dreams of respite collapse in agony
As the tempestuous angels scoff and fly away
Wolves in sheep's clothing
Demons in angel skin.
You try to stand on two feet
Only to have them splayed out beneath you
As you slip and skid on the black ice
Invisible to the eye, yet deadly to the touch.
Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight.
It never ends and never quiets.
The pounding in your head disrupts all.
No sleep. No light. No safety. No. No. No.
So cast an eye to the tempest in the night
Raging its nightmare games amid the cries
Of anguished souls reaching for help
Only to lose their grip on the stones.
The bloody fingers sinking fast past the pavement.
Catching on the next ledge
Only to try and pull themselves up again.
To once more see the light of day.
Try to bring back the light to the world.
Try to hold onto what little hope we can muster
In this strange apocalypse of karma
We have created for ourselves.
Goodbye. Goodbye. To the moon. To the sun.
To the stars and the heavens.
Who will be standing here when all fails?
Who will be here to smile and move forward?
A sign. A sign is all that is asked for.
A sign things will be better.
A sign work will be found.
A sign of health and healing.
Is it too much to ask?
Is it all too much for us to right the wrongs
That half never asked for?
That most never dreamt?
One must keep hope
For if we don't, we have nothing.
And if we have nothing,
We truly have doomed us all.
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