Exposed hands

So many struggles so I stand and huddle Pressure builds and I tilt just a little Looking to the sky I can see dots in my eyes making it hard to see the sun rise…Flying through my own mind my thoughts multiply and try to comply but some of my thoughts quickly die…

So many struggles so I stand and huddle Now I feel my knees bend just a little while I stare ahead I bow my head and squint my eyes just to barely see this pretty beat up tree…The body felt like a regular structure now I’m reaching touching one of the leaves and it felt so ugly I caressed it to confirm that I was dead wrong and it’s really pretty and strong…

So many struggles I stand and huddle To much pressure kicks my knee to the ground while I try and stand firm on the knee that is strong at hand just not to be able to march as if I was in a marching band… So imagining that pretty leaf and noticing how strong it holds I cringe and clutch my nails into the palms of my hands realizing I can and can’t control the good or bad holes…

So many struggles so I stand and huddle Now I feel steal melting into my skin and now both knees burn keeping my foundation stern… Creating a force and understanding that I’m the source I sense a power and indecisive journey that doesn’t necessarily have to end up on a gurney…

So many struggles so I stand and huddle With my hands now together, tightly closed I bring my forehead close to the tip of my nails to have exposed the deepest heart felt explosion…Colossal expression suppressing every once of depression I leap to knowing and excepting that there is a heaven…