Hit Me, Go Ahead

throw me down

then grab me up 

shake me violently 

twist my arm

and punch my gut 

hit me until i’m free 

of this pain 

that brings sharp rain

and bruises where you can’t see 

Lessons Learned

and sometimes

sometimes holes are filled
sometimes the light comes from within, flowing up and out
sometimes it stops time for you, and the beauty in the quiet can emerge
sometimes you give energy to those around you, letting them be there for you
sometimes these same hands grab you so that you stand on solid ground
sometimes this dimension has everything you need
sometimes...
sometimes...

-aq