of patience, of urge

written before "these hands"
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courage, take me where the deepest fears linger,
teach me to swim to shore.
there are eyes that glisten with the yearn
for hope,
and there are those that look
away from where the light refracts.

my days are towed,
heavy and testing on the pull of my shoulders,
bearing the weight of expired minds behind heavy duty locks.

there are tears flowing from a broken pipe
behind the wallpaper,
rust and pressure wearing it down;
it will not be long now
until the damp grows through the walls
forcing the corners to curl and
shrivel
so the strong and sturdy, too,
begin to tire.

but all it takes,
is a fitting hand and the right tools
to straighten things out
and stop the tears from flowing.