“Fighting My Hands”
I turn the corner
My eyes and ears are open
Where is the hope
Where is the sun
I do have hope
Though I am on the run
I burn
I stride
I cut through the day
Tears sprawl across me
On my arms
On my legs
They screams they rip
They try to hold me back
Wait wait they say
You don't need that
Don't mind them
Don't love them
Serve your needs
My want and desire
Raises its hands
It holds my head
It covers my mouth
It closes my eyes
I fight back
I love my heart restrained
Where will I go?
What will I do?
Those eyes roll the dice and bets on my frailty
My hands reach out
And I am held firm
A warm glow blankets my body
The scent of hope is in the air
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