Crosshairs

What would happen if you thought the world was against you?
I want to believe that everything will happen for a reason, but
I am scared that I will caught in the middle of these crosshairs.
What the hell was I thinking? To getting in between someone who
Cares too much versus someone who has me somewhere in a rut.
I am a woman who is at war with her hair pulled back and affairs
Out in the open. It is like there is always something underneath
Everything that is good. Hidden tears while making everyone
Else happy when I forget about pleasing myself. Life will always
Try to do its best to throw me off kilter, but I grab it by its teeth
And throat. I was too busy catching shadows when the sun
Was right within my reach. There are some nights and days
That pass by where I want to do nothing, but keep to myself,
Shutting out the world all around me. Those were the times
When the darkness and loneliness were my only friends.
I can no longer be afraid to reach beyond the higher shelf
Because there are no limits and there are no finish lines
To cross. I know that there is nothing that will cleanse
The soul better than tears and a brighter or cleaner lens.