halfpace / olivia wilson

Build Up

Ronald Bailey

You can never have too much sky.

Buildings stand so high, so proud, defiant. No cracks. No waver. No weakness.

The walls stand so high, nothing gets through them.

They are made to hold against pressure and hold everything inside 

Every crack is seen as an error or failure; patched up just like that, but the mark is forever 

internalized.

They hold up against it all, or, do they?

They fall so fast, so loud, so messy, so emotional.

All it takes is time and pressure.

One by one,

the cracks form,

and no one can see them

Why do they fall, why do they stand, why do they weather all that pressure?

Because they are forced to

3,..2,..1

They fall, They crumble, They are a mess.

Are they weak?

or Strong,

or Both

• Category: Painting, Poetry