Some days my hand starts to shake
with the desire to be doing something
important.
With the desire to be someone more.
My head starts to expand and explode and
ache with the strength.
My heart feels like it bleeds,
pouring liquid life freely in my body
until I'm swollen and too tired to move.
Today, my hands mindlessly clenched to fists and my nails drew blood.
Today, my head swirls with stories, pictures, and adventures I'll never have.
Today, my heart feels absent, nothing more than an aching hole of missing parts.
Most days I have to climb out alone.
Today is no different.
So if you see a person struggling, reach down a hand into the pit
or simply a smile.
You'd be surprised how far a little bit goes.
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