Gripping play-doh in my hand so tight,

shaking and struggling to just sit right,

racing heart w/ shallowing breath that might,

make me dizzy yet I tell myself it’s alright,

was I ever so slightly holding on too tight?

was I ever running too fast into the light?

was I ever in pain when I just act alright?

will I ever tell myself I don’t have to have it all right?

what if I let go of everything I think it might?

what if I am imperfect in the way I fight?

what if I break free from this idea of right?

do you think I’ll start to feel light?