Work in progress....

Ok, so normally I don't post unless I have a finished piece.... but I'm feeling somekinda way.  And I wrote this on the fly... seriously, my poet friends/poetically inclined friends, leave a comment... help me pull the rest of this out of my gut so my stomach will stop aching.... Peace and Love!

I feel a pressure to be unshakable
an expectation to be unmoved
an assumption that I am indestructible 
a theory as yet unproved 


Inside I feel the weakening
I hear the wind blow through the cracks
there is creaking throughout my structure
I'd fall apart if I relaxed.


Like a false front on a building
I try not to show the wear
But my soul is silently shrieking
and collapse is what I fear.