of patience, of urge

courage, take me where the deepest fears linger,

teach me to swim to shore.

there are eyes that glisten with the yearn

for hope,

and there are those that look 

away from where the light refracts.

my days are towed,

heavy and testing on the pull of my shoulders,

bearing the weight of expired minds behind heavy duty locks.

there are tears flowing from a broken pipe

behind the wallpaper, 

rust and pressure wearing it down;

it will not be long now

until the damp grows through the walls 

forcing the corners to curl and

shrivel

so the strong and sturdy, too,

begin to tire.

but all it takes,

is a fitting hand and the right tools

to straighten things out

and stop the tears from flowing.