Creating Leverage

What do you do when the very ground you’re standing on is ripped from under you?

The crowd bellows: “Swing for the fences lad!”

But my foundation is gone,

And without the leverage it provided, my force is diminished.

The pitcher still winds up.

My panicked breaths slow

Due to the fact I haven’t fallen yet.

Faith is enough to live on,

But is it enough to create the leverage I need?

A sinker makes its way towards me.

I suppose we’ll find the answer in a very real way.