So many troubles were raining down on her
That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences
Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there
Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life
Giving up was always an option
Going under and never resurfacing again
Life would just go on for those around her
Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore
Being empty inside
Left her searching for something to fill her up
Anything she tried to stick in ran right back out
Her only word she used to describe it was…
Pushing her body to breaking never helped anyone
Unless you were talking about her guilt
Now she was here and wondered if this time she had gone too far
It seemed to make sense in the heat of the moment
So now hanging on this rockface fifty feet up and her strength giving out, she wondered
How did eating a single extra Oreo do this to her?
Dirt on the floor intermingled with peanut shells and spilled stale beer
It gave this old run-down bar a certain je ne sais quoi
Vacuuming up those plummeting through the floor of their lives
Enabling them a place to splash down while mumbling “Bottom’s up.”
Know deep down that it is okay to fail sometimes
It will happen, and all you can do is pick yourself up and go on
Need help doing so? Ask for it. No one is so good they don’t need help
Don’t beat yourself up about it, and share that same grace with others
Can’t get a seat at the table?
Relegated to looking on, waiting for something to hit the floor?
Under foot and unnoticed?
Maybe this year is when you stand up and demand a seat.
Become a partner with those who should be your peers.
So stop settling for mere…
Leaving the ground behind one step at a time
As I climb higher and higher into the sky
Don’t look down though
Don’t ever look down. That my knees will knock
Eventually, I stop and wonder how high I have gone
Realizing I was only three rungs up.
Smelling your perfume on your pillow lingering with me in bed
Covers draped over my chest like your arm was
Every memory of you comes flooding back
Now you’re gone, so I get up and give your pillow another spritz.
That way I can wake up to you again tomorrow.
Leaving the chains behind is just the start
It means helping the formerly enslaved stand up
Being there to lend a hand in moving forward
Enabling them to not only survive but thrive
Reach for those hands across the divide
Trust that the world will be better in the long run
You can help bring justice for all
Cobbling together something beautiful
Relies on one part imagination
Another part materials
Finally a good chunk of time
This means during this crisis you can level up!