learning to stand

The wind it blows me over. Having my face in the dirt is far too familiar.  Show me how to stand.  Share with me the blankets your wrapped in.  It feels impossible.  What secrets do you believe in that keep you standing? Is there a hint of doubt behind those eyes?

I don't think I am capable. What is it that makes you invincible?

Under the stars I feel so small.  How is it you stand so tall? Are you impervious to weakness? Can you teach it? Is it a process? The world is at your fingertips, the world is on my back.  What magic do you posses? What inhibitions do you lack?

 

I don't think I am capable. What is it that makes you invincible?

Fear is my pillow, Darkness is my blanket.  Not a moment passes where I am not shaken.  How do you fly? Why do I fall? Why do I cry? how can you laugh at it all?  How quickly you leave me, and how slow you are to return.  Must I be comfortable on my knees? Is it something I have to learn? 

I don't think I am capable. What makes you invincible?

Please give me your hand.

Help me to stand.