Morning
sun.
o u t s t r e t c h e d
empty fingers.
High
Noon,
weak smiles.
Darkness Covers
hiIddAMen.
if
Anything,
I Know
my failings,
and
they Hurt.
If
nothing,
i see
my strengths,
and they
fill
empty hands
lift
weak lips
shove
my body
to
the
light--
