Where is the hand to hold

Where is the hand to hold
In an empty room
When all your thoughts step back
And turn their back on you

When your well of words is empty
And your mind’s a tomb
And each breath is sickly sweet
Like you got the flu

Feeling sorry for yourself
On a cold hard floor
Consequences of your choices
Standing at the door

And you’re stuck,
Imprisoned by your mental state
Nailed to the floorboards
Of this place you hate

Wanna blame everybody else
For the reason you’re beside yourself
But the world won’t be your friend today
You’re on your own and that’s the only way

No one around to make you feel better
Just you and God, but you forgot about ‘im
Watching walls that can’t look back at you
Mirrors broken cuz they told the truth

Shadows staring through the windowpanes
As day and night become one in the same
Your soul a boulder with some tiny wings
Until you find a song that you can sing

Peel back the layers as you go inside
Uncover what it is you want to hide
Be gentle, patiently remove the shell
Take care when handling, cuz it’s fragile

And when you find that child
Make sure you hug ‘im first
And give ‘im water
All he needs to abate his thirst

Sit with him in silence and the words will come
Filling the well within you slowly til it overruns
Pouring from your eyes and clearing out the sleep
That clogged your waking life with gook from your congested dreams

And the first breath of your consciousness will make you free
As you stand naked and unashamed, at last, to be
And the world will get out of your way, in awe of you
Because you’ve found where you belong simply by being you

©01.31.17 ebn