Words that flow,
like waves in a passing stream—
the same waves that pass me by,
whenever I watch them from afar,
whenever they come to me in my dreams.
They’re there, they are,
watching me as I restlessly sleep,
tucking me in at night.
They’re there—the words—
always telling me where I should go,
to climb mountains all throughout my life.
Sometimes flying high, while other times low,
to let gravity weigh in on my heart—
I could not let that go,
and let the world bury me beneath an avalanche.
No.
I won’t.
I won’t let it bury me.
My feet feel heavy, but I’ve taken my stance,
and so all the world will see my struggles in 3D,
and that is okay with me.