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Hold on tight,
Breath so heavy,
Tradgedy just a slip away,

Hold on tight ,
This world is firm,
Just grip the chair and stand,

Every breath sings of balance,
Every jab just one if many,
Every grip sweaty with chance,

Will you stand and push my fingers,
Will you kick me back down,
Will you look as I falter crash back to ground,

Struggle is written in threads of word,
Romance and pain intertwine,
Am I to wish for lashing quips,

What spiral of time has locked its hands,
Pressing down crushing as you can't stand,
Splitting cutting it continues divided you scream on please,

But around the hand comes again...

I wish to grip the hand and rise,
I want to feel stable and stand,
I want to sing and dance and laugh,
I want to not be punished,
I want life to be grand,

But how to pick up that severed half,
That corpse who lays limp and dead,
This body screams no more damage,
This mind Flys on rails dances on sand,

I have no right direction,
No solid path,
I have loved to walk the unknown,
But responsibility has its demands,

Press my face against the glass,
Look and see the people watching,
Am I just an observed animal,
A thing to see and walk away,

Zoo is where we placed the animals,
Electronically we stare out of our cage,
Think trends and culture just like different labels,
What do I identify with...

I wish to grip on to the hand,
Pry off the ground,
Stitching back my body as the hand raises,
Screaming I am whole as I laugh,

Then at the top roll onto platform,
Where the witnesses will stare,
Even at the top finally stitched,
The eyes lock onto every stitch,

The dancing corpse smiles at the world,
Laughing kindly waving to all,
Trauma leaves but the memory stings,
And the hand tries to drag you down,

But grit your teeth find your strength,
Feel the ground,
If a exhibit of embarrassing pain is me,
I will smash through the glass...

If I fail and fall,
I'll rise again,
My body ragged and strained,
Then force through with brain...

Release this awful strain,
Heal in body,
Mind,
And brain...

Sing to the beauty marvel at the rot,
Laugh at the absurdity,
And find the new path,

A cliff I hope to overcome...
Precipice pull up,
Hope you put out your hand...

Sean Stutzman