Your mind flees its body
Clenching its fists
Mourning an absence
Craving existence
Chasing a hope
That floats in the distance
Churning a storm
That forms a resistance
You are strong
You are worthy
You are whole
But only small hands
Will catch this drifting soul.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
Your mind flees its body
Clenching its fists
Mourning an absence
Craving existence
Chasing a hope
That floats in the distance
Churning a storm
That forms a resistance
You are strong
You are worthy
You are whole
But only small hands
Will catch this drifting soul.