A Poem by Shelby Bond
"Stuck"
Life pushes down on my chest
heavy,
pounding
It’s hard to
breathe
I try to move,
to find my strength
but my limbs refuse
stuck
in this place
this pain
My body & mind,
forever arguing
My thoughts & speech,
forever contradicting
Lately, relief is hard to find
The little things help me cling
Important as a strangers
smile
In those glances, pressure lessens
briefly,
heart lighter
mind clearer
for a moment
In my darkness, those cracks of light
give me
sight
In my hole, those undemanding acts
help me
climb
Shelby Bond is a junior at Indiana Wesleyan University studying elementary education and language arts. A Grand Rapids native, Shelby loves exploring new places and spending her time outdoors, whether that be kayaking on Lake Michigan or traveling around the world. While reading is her first love, she enjoys writing as a means to help better process the range of experiences and emotions encountered in life.