I feel the glass under my feet
Sharp and cutting deeper
With every step forward I take
I feel the sticky cling to my soul
And the burn begin to compete
With all the lies I once believed
Move over sweet grim reaper
I’m not losing myself just yet
I refuse to bleed out
Over this broken path
I’ll make it to the other side
Breathing embers if I have to
I’ll set fire to the biting shards
I’ll melt them smooth
And marvel in their colors
No, I don’t need a pot of gold
To motivate my advance
I just need poetry
And a little bit of ingenuity
To build this rainbow road