I called this poem safety, but I'd probably call it more of a "working title"

...and I'm beginning to notice shards of the sky strewn across the pavement,

and I'm not going to say I get scared,

but it happens.

I know I'll falter under the weight of it when it falls,

and I hope it doesn't think I'm going to hold it up,

I'm simply not that strong,

I hope it never asks me to be.

How many people will worship the empty sky?

I'm not going to say I'm waiting for that day to come,

but it's going to happen.

I wrote this poem after a long time of not being able to write poems. It made me happy to write it, the 15 or so meters of pavement that I started thinking about it will always make me happy when I walk on it.