What Are You?

Sitting in a dark corner is a blanket of comfort.

Thoughts occurring while sitting in a corner shield blocking yourself in from danger.

Physically moving is black and white, Night, and Day routine.

My hands are weaponry of peace With hands, creations occur With hands, thoughts, and ideas are written down or used in another language. With hands, clicky-clacky away on a computer to want to learn more. With hands, technology leading our heads to text or call loved ones.

Hands that go over your ears because the voices are louder than the ACTUAL people.

Hands shaking because of the unknowing fear of what can be done could be done shouldn't be done.

Yet sitting in the corner, shaky hands of desired fate and want are moving towards the ear that hears the wheels turning, voices of doubt, noises of old feelings that were buried, voices of reason, a favorite song, the voice of your favorite person.

Yet staying over there seems much warmer and safer than stepping out by yourself going towards something.

Towards the light, Take the time.

start small by placing your feet firmly on the ground, use your hands as momentum to push off the ground physically.

Putting one foot in the front of the other, slowing emerging from the corner, getting out.

But knowing one place is better than the other place, choosing which is better is 20% of the battle.