Stasis

Stagnant, with dreams that no one understands.

Dirty, always washing greasy hands.

Waiting for any moment to change,

trying desperately to rearrange

the chances lost to fate.

Realizing, I’m not meant to be

spectacular, to anyone but me.

Finding power in the strength of my heart.

While my soul is tearing me apart

I’ll wait.

Keeping, all my feelings caged.

Safe from all the wars I’ve waged.

Missing out on things that should have been,

trading for safety instead of sin.

Wondering if it’s too late.

Holding, in a period of stasis.

Losing, all of the races.

Debating if it’s worth the pain,

desperately trying to stay sane.

While being used as bait.

Breathing, finding my center.

Searching for a safe place to enter.

To strong to give in,

knowing someday I’ll win.

Moving past the hate.