Too many rain drops falling harder on the ground
I try to move faster but I’m fumbling around
Waiting for shelter,
but I slip and I falter
Knocking my ankle,
and headed
Right down in a creek
I should have known it would be closer,
But in hindsight, we are crumbling.
Tell me,
why are we weak?
Why does life always
bleed into the bleak?
Is there no hope now for me?
Is there no hope now for me?
I dust the dirt off and focus on the sound
Of my breath breaking, my heart is beating loud
Go—Run, start moving, this is not an illusion
Keep it calm- do the math
Tornado was out of your path
But I saw God right in front of me.
Leanna 