Steady myself here agaisnt this wall,
Hands held high in defense.
If you were gonna help
I hoped you would've by now.
On bended knee down in the dirt,
Drawing my hopes with a stick.
So unsteady I have been,
Even with practice it seems.
I'm drowning here in this life,
Just need one refreshing breath to be sustained.
May this pain be pushed out this shell,
Maybe something good will come to light.
So unsteady am I on my own two feet.
Drowning in such tainted air,
Raising arms high in defense.
All against myself.
Steadying my anger,
My fear and this pain.
Good things can come to light
when one stands on their own feet.
Author notes
written June 18
