There’s responsibility rising in my hands
I am used to this but it’s been a while
It is okay, I remind myself that it will be fine, that everything has a solution.
I breathe in and out and in and out,
my lungs filling up with ambition and optimism. It’s exactly what I need.
There’s responsibility rising in my hands
The sweat on my palms is just the oceans carrying these worries higher onto the tip of my crown.
these worries that pace back and forward in the office of my brain where time only goes faster.
these worries that mock me when everything is at it’s best
these worries that squeeze my lungs so tight with their mighty claws like a stress ball. You see them exposed between the fingers of the mighty claws.
There’s responsibility rising in my hands
dreaming that it is me versus the time next to each other side by side, racing to the finish line, but with every blink time only goes faster and I am left behind on the finish line.
dreaming that I missed my classes, It is 11am and my class started at 8am.dreaming that I do not know where my class is.
I know it exists but where is it? What floor?, dreaming that I am over flooded with homework that is due the next second the clock ticks.
I could have sworn I did these but why can’t I find them to hand them in?
dreaming that my distractions are talking me out from my achievements, their arms stretching at me and pulling me back with neediness and annoyance.
There’s responsibility rising in my hands
When I peek at the green paper that dictates our life, the green paper that keeps increasing as the days go by and the green paper that is a pass to get the basic things that we need.
to only have my hands cry harder, to grip on to life and feel uncomfortable because my hands wont stop crying.
to only have the office of my brain flood with unwelcoming thoughts but the windows are locked
to only have a leak after help was given to me
to only remember that this can be fixed.
The leaks, the flood and the crying hands, they can be fixed.
There’s responsibility rising in my hands
I greet it with open arms, wrapping it around me like a warm scarf in the November mornings.
I breathe in and out and in and out,
my lungs filling up with ambition and optimism. It’s exactly what I needed.
“It will be fine. There’s a solution”, I remind myself once more.
