A circular weight rolls on the shoulders,
one side to the other.
The sand trickles from the top of the hourglass,
the bottom is more than half full.
Drowning in each second,
in each grain of sand.
God whispers: I will not save you,
for I molded you with the strength.
Whatever you need, look within.
Nothing waits outside this realm.
Built to endure,
built to suffer,
built to create.
Don’t look to the mind, my child.
Look within the heart.
It remembers what it forgot.
Make big waves,
so I can speak through my creation.
Nothing is absolute,
but everything is happening.
Look to the sky,
and take my hand,
the world widens when you don’t retreat.
I am here.