These hands Written on by life Will write With only my words This death I’ve died A thousand times Is mine alone
This skin That stood out in fields Alone That has drowned in sees Alone That has scarred from Words and glances
These veins Pumping through This life force The blood that brought The marrow to the bone That brought a life That was never mine Into the fabric of this body Into the struggle, the effort The wisdom, the peace
The day I was launched off my feet Sleep crawling To side lines That I might never leave The debris Has scattered into memories Forgotten Even by themselves
These lungs Have whispered prayers Bellowed poems And swallowed pride Choking on the ghost of death One last time
These bones have set In crooked ways A skeleton That’s lost The art of support Stiffened from Bracing for impact
From the very day That I decided That if I can’t shine I’ll slay Support myself in every which way Support this weight That I’ve hoisted on my shoulders These boulders That I’ll stand up
These feet Leaving no trace But the distance between us, Will go Where no-one will find me Will dance through ditches Curve into corners Coast out of questions Throttle and choke The fear