Sometimes the world gives out
a little of what we need, and it isn’t greed
to take these opportunities, free our minds
from all the things we think we should be.
Lift your chest, raise your head,
find space between each rib bone;
it’s more than just a cage.
Stretch out each muscle in belief
that what it’s reaching for is worth the wait
and the growing pains from overcast days
are a sign for us to pay attention,
sit up straight, interrupt the chain of events
that’s causing our voices to shake,
to forget our breath. Whoever says
it’s not okay to stop and rest
hasn’t felt your feet aching,
hasn’t seen the sweat from your brow
as they drip down like salt tears,
tired and lonely, falling to the ground
like the perceived gravity of your fuck ups,
when this Earth only birthed humanity.
