“The World Ain’t Closing In”
by William S. Becker
Some days it feels the world caves in,
Like walls that press beneath the skin.
My thoughts, they scatter, twist, and shout,
While faith fights hard to drown them out.
Old memories knock — they want a seat,
They whisper shame and half-defeat.
But I ain’t buying what they sell,
I’ve walked through worse, and walked it well.
For G-D don’t like the ugly lie,
That says “give up” or “don’t even try.”
He built this soul with stubborn flame,
That laughs at darkness — calls it by name.
I talk to Him through smoke and tears,
Through quiet hopes and hidden fears.
He smiles, I know, through every test,
And whispers, “Son, just do your best.”
So let the thoughts parade and spin,
They can’t shake what I hold within.
For I was made to ride the storm,
To break, then bloom, to fall, transform.
And when I’m old — say one-four-zero,
Still fighting ego like a hero,
I’ll grin and say, “That Light was mine —
It burned through hell, but stayed divine.”
