It's this time when I stare
At the connected shards of a mirror.
They're very perfect, though very bare.
I feel it's time to pull down my guard,
And let the darkness
Infiltrate my inner thoughts,
Completely and fully, no more no less.
This overbearing weight is very taut.
It rests on our backs,
Waiting for our world to burn.
Waits until we snap,
Until we crackle and smolder,
And fall to the ground without effort,
Face down.
This force laughs at our exertion
To stand tall and try again.
This force spits in our faces,
Undermines our power,
But it doesn't understand.
Doesn't understand our need,
Our need to get back up,
Our need to prove wrong.
Soon, oh soon, this force
Will be impacted greatly.
Soon, oh soon, this force will be no more,
Just a speck of ash under our feet,
Just a crumb of what it used to be.
Sometimes, we want to give up,
To let that force seize power,
To hold up our arms in surrender.
When the last shred of hope diminishes,
And you subject yourself to this pain,
Just repeat one word;
Don't.
