Fragments

These fragments I have stored away between my teeth don’t help that my life is so small and complicated.

Dear god where have you been through it all?

I feel so old and young, a mixture of night and sun 

I need a hand but I’m scared they’ll throw me a foot and I'll fall beneath the ground. 

Who can I even trust that’s still round?

Questions left blank on a test my head spinning with answers but my hands don’t let me see the future that I have. 

They freeze so when I talk I get cold and my teeth start to move; the fragments stashed between come loose and I see the true and pure opportunity I have in life.

 

Like the moon it always moves but I stood still and let the rain and thunder go on while I lay down at the bottom with my mouth shut. 

I got a foot but I still made it work. 

I didn't need a hand, I just needed a friend I could trust in this crazy world so I chose myself. 

I put my teeth in line and took out all the loose pieces. 

I looked at the storage and found what I needed. 

Dear god, you gave it to me all at once. 

I was just to blind to open my eyes and see that I just needed to speak the words my teeth held back.

I needed to grab my own hands.