catch it quick
Slip it into the drink of a young girl who needs it
Paint it on your finger tips
Smudge it on your cheekbones
Know that you are not in this alone
Let your breath fall like raindrops on a Tuesday afternoon
You are not you
You are the compilation of decades of dreamers
just trying to matter- just trying to take up space
You are your Mama's artwork, Daddy's best catch
You are the exhale of a Monday morning,
a constant "Here we go again"
The light is fading
tame it quick
Whisper it into existence
Name it with your lips
Write it into your daily routine
right after your brush your teeth
The flicker of candlelight on a Friday night
wrapped up in sheets
You are the music moving the story
The dramatic pause and the cascading conclusion
You are the very pulse of movement
The light is fading
hold it quick
Stitch the warmth into the lines on your palms
You'll need it when the gray clouds come
covering you from horizon to horizon
You are the boldness of sun
daring to rise and
You are salt water stinging eyes
You are a mess and you're still here
The ribcage in your chest more capable than you thought
of holding up your heavy heart
The light is fading
find it quick
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