My palms lay upward in the air
Things offered taken for granted without a care
My tears fall further than gravity can pull
My sobs ring anyone morose into a soft lull
Knowing someone is like them in full
My mind wars, punishing myself for my never appreciation
I look in the mirror to ask “what is this creation?”
The clench in my heart yanks it down to my toes
As I see the people that give, and ...