Press Down

Some days it feels like your heavens

are leaning hard against my spine,

like every cloud you ever carried

chose to empty out on mine.

It’s almost like you’re testing me

pushing cracks into my ground,

letting thunder find my heartbeat,

letting lightning hunt me down.

I walk through storms that weren’t my making,

winds that howl just to be cruel,

skies that darken at the whisper

of the hope I try to fuel.

If strength is built from breaking,

then I must be forged in flame

but tell me why your heavens tremble

every time they hear my name.

Still, I stand beneath the pressure,

though the weight could make me drown

it’s almost like your heavens

are trying hard to break me down…

Yet even as the sky grows vicious,

even as the world turns cold,

I rise

because your fiercest storms

can’t shatter what my soul can hold