some days
you think you might
break from it all,
a schism rupturing
through the part of you
that has been holding
things together,
and the part that
no longer can

then you stare down
at the lifelines in your
strong, tested palms
open in supplication
to the grace of sky,
remembering what
you had almost forgot-

that at any given moment
we hold the ability
to grasp life with
our able hands,

and be the conduits of
our own abundance
our own power
our own peace