belief

breaking down these locks
and I'm jealous of how
you just walk
right through closed doors
and I hate that
because you see me at my worst
but you're always around for my best
telling me
to look around
feel the marks of suffering
compare scars
don't be afraid
you're bringing some serious peace
to my huddled group
right in the middle of our pettiness
prying my clenched fist
apart again and again
breathing life
you invite me to inhale with you
cut the chains
I'm working on it