(I wrote this a while back as part of a writing exercise in prose for someone suffering anxiety, but now, I think it works better in poetry. At least I hope it does. Give me feedback, honestly, I don’t mind.)

Heaven may fall

Ahead lies a path never trekked before

behind I’ve left memories of old.

Now, in this presence I lay alone

cuddled in a ball.

I pull my knees close,

holding them together, or were they holding me?

In the cold empty bed, engulfed by loneliness

I shed tears.

Blame me not for my fear of the world,

it was the reason I turned from love.

I seem the same as before, but beneath

there’s a shadow of a heart, broken and forlorn.

As I lay here,

my heaven may fall.