I can see the doors closing
and there's only one way forward.
The carefully pieced jigsaw
thrown back into chaos
and all the pieces are disconnected.
I can see the last slivers
of broken dreams
slip away with barely a glimmer.
It's like the monster of life
is crowding me into a corner.

And now I'm made of porcelain
(I can't be strong anymore)
I'm going to crack and break
so please Jesus
take it off my shoulders
show me the right way.

A/N: I don't often turn to my faith when I write. Sometimes there's no other way.