Something More

My hands were meant for something more
I write
I type
I feel
My hands were meant for something more
I wait
I think
I feel
My hands were meant for something more
I look
I I wonder
I feel
My hands were meant for something more
I caress
I run along
I feel
My hands were meant for something more
I cry
I hurt
I feel
My heart was meant for something more

The Stillness of Breathing

I am not looking at the picture in front of me
Sometimes I’m looking at the frame
Sometimes I’m looking at the wall
Then there are days
Where I’m not sure what damn room I’m in
But I am here
I am here to live another day
I am here to love someone new
I am here to see another sunrise
To go somewhere unknown
To brighten someone’s day
To be me
To see everything I have accomplished
To see all of my failures
We won’t know the future
Unless we build a past
We won’t know pride
Unless we feel humility
We won’t know joy
Unless we hurt a little first
It’s the moments when we stand still
When we remind ourselves where we’re heading next
It’s the times when we stop talking
To hear life happening around us
Reminding us that it goes on
It’s when we close our eyes
That we truly reflect on who we’ve become
Sometimes
Just sometimes
In the face of a brick wall
It’s when we take a step back
To see the beautiful journey that still lies ahead