I can’t breathe
When I think of the circle in which you’re caught, and the uncertainty of whether or not you’ll break it,
And if so,
In what way.
When the days are good, they’re the best.
But so many days in between are brick walls with answers that get me nowhere and hours of silence that make me wonder if you even think of me at all.
I know it’s bullshit,
I know, but.
It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.
If not now, then it will be, I’m here.
Tell me that you need me,
Tell me what you’re thinking that drags you down so deep I almost can’t see the color of your eyes.
Listen when I say that you can exact change,
That the scales respond to your shift in weight,
That the direction of the needle swings to your magnetic north -
You, the everything,
You the traveler,
You the man
You the child.
Learn with me how to navigate the uneven ground. I will be there if you lose your footing, not to catch you, but to step away to show you how much I believe you can regain it on your own.